"You've Got Mail!" --- not

Every morning, after I let the doggie out and feed the chooks, I trudge up the driveway - always braving the elements and shielding myself from the weather with just a worn out jersey - and check our letter box. There's usually a mail or two waiting patiently inside - unfortunately, usually these are not for me. If ever there's something in there that's addressed to me, it's normally something I'd rather not receive (ie. bills).

Perhaps, one day, I'd open the mailbox and find something wonderful there - for me.