In praise of the perfect note (and buttered biscuits)

My sister and I don’t agree on a lot. From politics, to clubwear, we’re miles far apart. Despite that distance, “Mo” knows one thing can butter my biscuit like nothing else: a handwritten note.

Now, I’m not dissing e-mails and IMs. A phone call is also nice. But for sincerity, and old-fashioned thoughtfulness, there’s nothing like a note. 

Sis and I aren’t alone in that club. “Mr. Boddington’s Etiquette: Charm and Civility for Every Occasion” devotes a chapter to correspondence. And where we would be without Queen Atossa (who history tells us wrote the first letter)? Think of Agatha Christie, and the apostle Paul. We’d be the poorer without their letters.

Unlike grander gestures, letters can charm, warts and all. They can be ink-stained; rumpled; brief; set on scented paper, or on the back of a receipt. A humble (heartfelt) note gets me going like no chocolate ever could.

So, is there someone you’re missing? Somebody you appreciate? Somebody who needs that buttered biscuit? Make a note - then send it today.