Well we are back from our weekend in Auckland - with many stories to share... but none quite so urgent as this one.
We arrived home this afternoon at four PM to find our beloved letterbox looking like this:
The very same letterbox we made ourselves, of our own design, our own sweat and blood when we moved into our new house! Don't believe me? Here's proof:
We've done some patchwork to keep him stable and comfortable for the next few days, so he'll be able to continue his much loved job of collecting our mail and directing people to our house for a few days yet, but we know he'll never be the same again. We haven't got up the courage yet to sit down with the letterbox and tell him he'll need to be ... replaced.
We suspect the extremely high wind was the culprit, so the new model will be uber-reinforced. We have the technology.
I'll have to sign off there, and go find a quiet place to reflect on the good times we've had.
And here's us and our letterbox on better days, the way we'll always remember him.
Requiescat in pace, letterbox. Requiscat in pace.
J&J
