One of the best things I did when we were in Newcastle was take part in a letter writing marathon. People were invited to handwrite letters that would then be distributed in the zine's hallmark brown paper bag with Y-O-U stamped on the front.
Participants wrote down their addresses and yesterday afternoon my package arrived with two zines inside.
"Wouldn't it be funny if one of these was my letter?" I asked PJ as we carefully undid the staples from the top. And lo and behold, one was.
"Dear You," it starts. "Do you recognise my handwriting? It hasn't changed since I first learnt to write." Which is true.
My sister E's filing cabinet at work