Early this morning I found a road cone had been thrown into our front garden. On investigating I discovered that our letterbox had been wrenched off the fence and was missing.
I looked up and down the street, saw no sign of it, and resigned myself to the fact we would have to buy a new one. I imagined that it had either been taken home by the vandals or thrown in the river.
A little later the Traffic Management truck came by, replacing fallen cones and collapsed traffic signs. I gave the driver our intruder cone, told him of our missing letterbox, and asked him to keep an eye out for it. An hour or so later he knocked on the door with the missing letter box which he’d found further down the street. Stephen has replaced it with longer screws, and we hope it will now stay at home.
“The poor thing has sustained some knocks
our kidnap victim letter box.”