Rusty mail.

Went to the gym today, and still no sign of Des. I asked around, and no one has seen him recently, but I am sure, that like a bad penny, he will turn up soon. I walked into town afterwards, picked up our repeat prescriptions from  Boots, and caught the bus home. It started to rain, just as I was walking down our drive, and it is now very wet, windy & cold, so the heating has gone on.   I couldn't believe the state of this postbox, and I don't think I have ever seen one in such a desperate need of a coat of paint.