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Saturday, 22 October 2011

The Letterbox War

The other day I declared war on our letterbox.

It's locked you see, and some unknown vandal has jimmied the lock, out of wanton maliciousness or an attempt to gain entry. Now it won't open.

So I declared war, and began to battle.

I lost.

I now have stigmata. Once a sign of devout Christians, now also the mark of those who wage war on letterboxes. It comes from trying to stick my tiny little doll fingers into the letterbox slot to fish out an urgent bill for Sassy Bear and now I have matching bruises on the backs of both my hands. I did get the letter out, but surprisingly that letterbox can bite.

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