As the title hints, I have received a postcard from Fiji. The obligatory palm tree adorns the cover, its feet fondled by an expanse of white sand, licked in turn by a warm and tender sea, in which a generous gaggle of Fijian beauties – of the human and fish variety – swim merrily.
The card reads:
Mr Editor Sir,
We have found a book on our beach. In the book we find your address. We were to send the book back to you there, instead we try to read it here. The book it is called ‘The Marmalade Jar’.
Joy from Fiji
It is not altogether clear whether the last line indicates that the card is from someone called Joy, or whether whoever the card is from wishes me joy – though earlier comments suggest that the card is from several people, thus the repeated ‘we’. As for the rest of the message…