Is that it?

Three and a half weeks away and the sum total of the mail piled behind the door amounts to this?

Five takeaway menus, three credit card bills, two magazines, a free paper, a couple of phone bills, five more pieces of random junk mail offering me either another credit card, a loan or new car insurance, a dental appointment reminder and three bank statements for someone who doesn't live here.

Maybe if I joined one of those "Write to a prisoner on Death Row" schemes I might get at least some interesting mail.