Yesterday nature decided to up the ante in the nastiness-in-maibox department. Now not only do I have dead beetles (not Beatles) in my mailbox, but a fair triumvirate of large spiders spinning webs (obviously) and scurrying between envelopes. Dios mio! What does this mean?
The invaders were accompanied by two ho-hum rejections, and many catalogues. I am going off the curds and whey and avoiding the tuffet for as long as it takes.
I will keep you posted on this situation. In the meantime, here's a Bunnykins version of the famous tale. Some days I see everything in Bunnykins, even myself.