Before email there’s Postal Museum

“Daddy, when are you getting me a phone?” Pangzi asked expectantly, after turning 10. “Ermmm, never?” I answered carefully. Expectations could be a dangerous thing. “But all my classmates have one,” he protested. “They’re emailing one another!” That’s my cue. “We’re visiting the Postal Museum then. I’ll show you the proper way of writing and sending …