I don’t trust post boxes.
How can anyone?
Little red tubs, standing in the street. How is that secure?
How does anything ever get anywhere?
What a set-up.
And then of course I needed to post a letter.
It had been a long time since I had had to post a letter.
Off I went, letter in sweaty hand.
I walked past three post boxes. The vibe just didn’t seem right with any of them.
One of them – underneath some scaffolding. Postie aint gonna get that is he?
Not gonna go burrow about down there.
I chucked the letter in a very nice clean bin.
I thought – It’s got as good a chance as any in there.
Sigmund Fraud Books 