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.
The letter box had gone 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.
Letter box replaced
“The poor thing has sustained some knocks
our kidnap victim letter box.”
I’m glad you could still use your letterbox. Vandalism all seems so senseless doesn’t it? The road cones have been used much more imaginatively in ChCh than this escapade.
Vandalism may become more prevalent as the number of people living in our area diminishes. The people in the flats across the road used to keep an eye on our place but sadly they are now all gone.
You have to wonder sometimes … Don’t you? …
Fred, I’m glad to know you’re up and about, and commenting.
How discouraging. As if there hasn’t been enough damage.