The Gate

We’ve had an ongoing battle with the postman for years about him leaving the front garden gate swinging open. He just laughs and says sorry and the next day I still have to go out and close it. Well, all that swinging and slamming is too much for it and the post has rotted through and broken. It collapsed completely this morning and the postman had to step over it. (In his shorts, of course). He delivered our mail and then stood the gate back up again. You couldn’t make it up.