I hate PVC letterboxes. I hate them with a passion.
All morning I have been delivering Flower Show Schedules and Flower Show Committee letters to the majority of the 200 houses in the village, most of which seem to have new PVC doors, and my hands are sore with the effort it takes jamming an envelope through a bristle lined letterbox which is designed to keep anything and everything on the outside of the home rather on the inside.
My heart goes out to the postman. Faced with these plastic gin traps, I'd rather cope with picking up my giro every two weeks rather than earn a salary from the Royal Mail.
Anyhow , in the great scheme of things, I suppose, whinging about a "tight box " isn't the most important, so I shall finish my coffee and will get stuck in with gardening.
I'm drinking my coffee at the kitchen table. Mary is sat opposite, on the Prof's chair watching my every move. She slept with us last night because something scared her in the kitchen at 2 am and she barked the house down.
I wondered just why I was so tired today.
Anyhow I shall leave you with the Prof's latest Twitter comment.
All morning I have been delivering Flower Show Schedules and Flower Show Committee letters to the majority of the 200 houses in the village, most of which seem to have new PVC doors, and my hands are sore with the effort it takes jamming an envelope through a bristle lined letterbox which is designed to keep anything and everything on the outside of the home rather on the inside.
My heart goes out to the postman. Faced with these plastic gin traps, I'd rather cope with picking up my giro every two weeks rather than earn a salary from the Royal Mail.
Anyhow , in the great scheme of things, I suppose, whinging about a "tight box " isn't the most important, so I shall finish my coffee and will get stuck in with gardening.
I'm drinking my coffee at the kitchen table. Mary is sat opposite, on the Prof's chair watching my every move. She slept with us last night because something scared her in the kitchen at 2 am and she barked the house down.
I wondered just why I was so tired today.
Anyhow I shall leave you with the Prof's latest Twitter comment.
I love the photo of Mary at the table. If a word balloon was coming out of her mouth, I wonder how it might read... "Please may I have a scotch egg too Daddy?"
ReplyDeleteYou beat me to it. That is a face of love scotched eggs and Daddy.
Deletecheers, parsnip and thehamish
Shes such a sweetie ..she sat like this for over an hour
DeleteAll Mary needs is a cuppa.
ReplyDeleteLove the shoes!
ReplyDeleteLove the shoes, Mary looks cute in that photo 😊
ReplyDelete"Grandma, what big feet you have!"
ReplyDeleteWhen I first saw the breakfast table photograph, I thought you had a needlepoint cushion with a jolly dog motif. It's even more jolly to realize that's no needlepoint...that's Mary!
ReplyDeleteWe don't have many door letterboxes around here, and I have definitely never seen one like the ones you tussled with. Bet the postal workers wear gloves.
Best wishes.
Me too. I thought someone had done a really great painting of Mary.
DeleteIs the joke that you only brushed one of his shoes or is my eye sight wonky? One is better than none; shoe brushed, I mean, not dog in bed.
ReplyDeleteI polished both of them until they shone
Deletefeed that poor dog something!
ReplyDeleteWhy is it that some of the most pretty places in Britain are fitted with some of the ugliest PVC door and window furniture? Give me draughts any day.
ReplyDeleteLove the photo of Mary and the shoe Twitter.
ReplyDeleteA good laugh. Oh, that Mary. *love*
ReplyDeleteLovely Mary, great shoes. I deliver leaflets for the village community centre & know what you mean about the letter boxes: some of them have a spring action like a mouse trap !
ReplyDeleteNothing wrong with a tight box.
ReplyDeleteNot sure about the bristles though....
Dont knock em if you havent tried them
Deletebwhahahahahaha! "tight box"
DeleteI realise totally beside the point but... I am so glad you have one of those food cover things with the flamingo on because I have been avoiding buying one - just cannot justify it - but now I can come back and look at it in this post. Totally superficial and nonsense I realise, but there you go! After a days slog of working that is where my mind is!!
ReplyDeleteMary must've been caught in the full moon's beam during the night. It really does have an effect!
ReplyDeleteI have never heard of tight vagina letter slots. How awful for you.
ReplyDeleteBecause of those letterboxes, some postmen have begun to reinterpret the term "special delivery".
DeleteKerching
DeleteMary has perfect table manners; elbows off the table.
ReplyDeleteGreeting Maria x
I think she's saying "Well Dad, if there's no Scotch eggs, I'll have two pieces of toast and marmalade and a cup of tea please."
ReplyDeleteUsing a spatula or a wooden spoon to gain access can help prevent the pain caused by a tight box.
ReplyDeleteOooohhh errrrrhhh
DeleteOUCH!
DeleteMary is cute!
ReplyDeleteAm nosy, what important day is it?
She's come to the party...give her something!
ReplyDeleteMary has such a dear little face. That would cheer me up any day.
ReplyDeletePoor Mary, she looks like she appreciated your warmth last night. Postal deliverers in New Zealand have refused to deliver to certain snap-trap boxes here, and I don't blame them. We had to get a new box when the positively lethal one delivering into our garage still didn't keep the driving rain out. A plastic pouch one on the garden wall has cured the problem. Glad the Prof appreciated your shoe cleaning skills.
ReplyDeleteHe had a very inportant few days meetings etc.....it was the least i could do..........i just strimmed the field
DeleteI walk down the street to where mailboxes are standing, in a solid wall , like you would in an apt building but this is standing alone .. with flowers growing all around, birds nearby and I take my little key and open the mailbox and get my letters and then go to the pool area across from the mailboxes where there are parks and benches and I look at my mail and appreciate the warmth.
ReplyDeleteLife here might get boring but as of now, I am really appreciating being here.
Thats good news x
DeleteMy husband wanted to be a gynaecologist. He practised through a letter box lol.
ReplyDeleteSue R
Boom boom!
DeleteBaddda Boom !
DeleteI deliver leaflets for the " Harpenden Society" and one of the letter boxes is only about 4 inches wide. I can fold the leaflet to get it through, but I wonder how the postie get a lot of bigger stuff in! Weird letter box!
ReplyDeleteYou need someone to answer your fan club letters - like Ringo.
ReplyDeleteI do try! Sometimes real life just gets in the way
DeleteWatch it, I have been told those things bite.
ReplyDeletemine has snapped, but never bitten anyone.
DeleteMary appears to have something so say?
ReplyDeleteLol strange as it seems she just sits and watches...i caught her on our bed this morning...she was wide awake at five, and was just gazing out of the window..
DeletePatience is a virtue, Mary, and what a virtuous puppy you are!! I hope it paid off for you!!
ReplyDeleteMary is so cute. I feel your pain, I've been delivering EU referendum leaflets for 2 weeks, it gives you very sore hands !!!
ReplyDeleteI STILL DO NOT know what im going to vote
Deletesweet little mary is growing up quickly. pretty girl!
ReplyDeleteWhite PVC doors, windows, letter boxes, etc, will all be regretted one day. They are horrendous.
ReplyDeleteHahaha... at first glance I thought... how did you get Mary to sit tight under a box with her head out of the hole ... then I read the intro again and could then see the chair...*sigh* it was a long day! On another note love the shoes very Prof like I think.
ReplyDeleteJo in Auckland, NZ
Mary has an adorable little face :) Nice that the prof appreciated your shine.
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