I found Darrell in a semi collapsed position in our porch this morning.
It seems that the postman called with Darrell’s much awaited correspondence from Stacey Solomon, but there was 10p to pay ….. we were in, and could have paid there and then …. but the postman NEVER rang the bell, so when Darrell checked the mail, this is all he found!
He was barely coherent and inconsolable.
Darrell took to his bed again, while I promised I’d sort everything out, telling him that this minor blip would soon be forgotten when his letter was finally delivered. But I could hardly bear to listen the sniffs and snuffles coming from behind his closed door.