Dear Train Carriage Letterbox,
I regret to advise that the purpose of this correspondence is to inform you that we will no longer be requiring your services. On two occasions last week when I went to collect the mail in the evening I was mortified to discover that every piece was wet. I appreciate that on those particular days it had rained quite a bit, but part of your responsibilities as a letterbox is to protect the mail from the extremities of the weather, and in this area I'm afraid that you have failed.
Therefore, as soon as I decide on what to replace you with you will no longer harbour the responsibility of holding my mail. I appreciate that it has been a solid 30-year stint on your part, and since I'm not an entirely cruel master, I have decided to retire you to the garden.
*Yes, I realise it is Tuesday. This post was supposed to go up yesterday, but unfortunately I was engaged in mortal combat with an unrelenting headache and it just didn't happen. So let's just pretend it's Monday, okay?
Written correspondence has been a hobby of mine for a long time, & Monday Mail Out is a weekly feature whereby I can share my love for the lost art of letter writing. I hope my experiences will encourage others to send out letters on Monday too, and have them rediscover the joy of sending and receiving mail. If you have a blog, feel free to join in.