I wasn’t intending to write another post so soon but life is full of surprises, and what could be more surprising than stepping out your front door on a sleepy Sunday morning and finding that your letterbox has suffered a great indignity. Like so…..
Oh, what rage and/or drunkenness, or druggedness, was a-foot in our mild-mannered neighbourhood, last night? For it was not only MY letterbox that was abused. Several neighbours found a similar scene of destruction,
but our letterbox seemed to be the most severely damaged. To smash our brick letterbox to smithereens would have required significant force……and I expect, by the time the persons had done their *work*, they were out of energy to do much else.
Now, our letterbox was not in the best of condition prior to this assault. It was damaged in the severe earthquakes of 2010 and 2011, but it was still standing, and it was still usable, until some time in the dark of last night. Imagine! …that letterbox stood up to more than 12,500 earthquakes, yet, came to an inglorious end by the hands of stupid mankind. Oh, the irony π¦
My good neighbour, who shares the mailbox with us, cleaned up the mess and, don’t tell this to the vandals, but I rather liked the way the
litterΒ Β letter free area temporarily opened up, to give our property more ‘street appeal’.
And, also in their favour, the vandals,Β unwittingly, worked faster than the insuranceΒ company on my earthquake insuranceΒ rebuild for external property damage….andΒ have, thereby,Β saved us a few hundred dollars on demolition costs. Oh, the irony! I am sure that would surprise them; vandals and the insurance company, I mean.
The postie is going to be surprised tomorrow, when he tries to deliver mail on our street. He willΒ be most surprised of all when he finds the trendy, new letterbox that my helpful neighbour has cobbled together.
Isn’t life witty, and surprising, and ever so slightly crazy?