The Letter Box Lament

Running late for work, as usual, last minute panic.  All dressed ready to go…must post letters on the way to Channel 7…damn, those dirty clothes can’t stay there.

Drop them down the laundry chute…that done down the stairs, startup the car and off we go.

On to Port Road,”now where’s a post box?” Aah! there’s one. Quick stop…out of the car.

Then as I start stuffing my dirty sox and jocks into the letter box it dawned on me.

This wasn’t going to be a good day.

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