I've been fairly writing up a storm of letters lately. From may 16, when I began this storm, to today, I've written 52 letters and 7 postcards. Not bad, eh?! When I write a letter I put it in a box for safe keeping until I can get to the post office. (I go twice a week, when I go to town as there are none nearer in easy reach. I could go to the one at South Gate, but the 'bus fare would be just the same as to town, so I might as well just go all the way to Aber.)
The box is an old tea caddy that I, aha, appropriated from the derelict house. This house has been empty for more than forty years, thanks to two families being constantly in dispute about it. The window of the kitchen, at the back of the house, is broken and there are a tea pot, a few cups and saucers and so on. I saw the box one day and took a fancy to it. It was probably bad of me, but I coaxed my daughter to fetch the hen net (a very large fishing net which I used to use to catch naughty hens). And she used the net to knock the box off the shelf, and caught it.
I gave the box a good clean up; thankfully the lid was very tight so there was nothing nasty lurking inside. And now it sits in the living room and I put outgoing letters and cards into it. Well, better than it being forgotten and sitting on a shelf in a derelict house.