we had numbered post boxes, the kind that one sees in the post offices now, with the little locking doors with a small glass window. mine was nearly always packed tightly with mail. On really, really good days, there was a pink cardboard slip which meant a package – take the slip ...
“S’not even my job description. I’m a skilled labourer – I make boxes down at the box shop in town. I just come up here to unwind, you know. Good to feel the mud between your toes.” “Silence!” screamed the Saint again, his voice shrill. He was growing red and flustered....
.. and he walks to go get dressed but insists he has to wear this massive blanket like a cape. I tell him firmly no cape, he will trip, and he holds my hand all the way to the bedroom to get dressed where I let him choose between two shirts I have picked out, and that...
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