Parcel Force?

Being a lazy git, I have perfected the art of posting letters at this conveniently placed box from my car whist still on the move, as skill that goes back to the mounted games I excelled took part in at Gymkhanas on my pony.

Aside
Do any of you remember the race called Gretna Green?

Eight kids on feisty ponies at one end of the arena, eight kids on foot waiting at the other end of the arena.
On 'Go' the kids on ponies galloped to the other end and hoisted their partner from the ground up onto their pony and galloped back again, sometimes passengers were in front of the saddle, sometimes behind, some lying across the ponies backs or necks. (Yes, thats where the name of the race originates, two people galloping fast on one horse)
There were often falls and multiple pile-ups before the finishing line was reached. Needless to say long since banned due to safe and healthly rules.

Anyway....I was somewhat perplexed when I saw a flash of white after I'd posted the letter, as I pulled away and thought I must have missed the slot.

Oh no! Not me, I got the letter in the slot ok, but the rather lovely Victorian, cast iron door, of our quaint, local post box, which is built in a brick pillar for safety, has been nicked, taken, pilfered, filched, theived, looted or jolly well stolen.
I think they used Parcel Force to get it off - so to speak.
How very dare they?
I was so shocked, it never occurred to me to take the photo with the letter in the box!
Nearest post box now? More than a mile hence.

P.S. I was saving the lovely door for an emergency blip!
Hey you don't think it was a Blipper wot done it do you, saving it for a cold winter's day blip?