Life seems to have gone pear shaped in the last 12 weeks.
Yesterday Monday there was a letter that needed to be posted. The nearest post boxes are a few or several miles apart in opposite directions.
Our main road can be dangerous at times and I have had some very close misses. I jest not.
Oh to go all sentimental and rose tinted and go back to that Ryan's Daughter rural Ireland landscape of donkeys and carts, and the only traffic jams were when dairy cow were going for grazing, or home to be milked.
Times have changed and cars and lorries speed pass and you feel like a rabbit caught in the glare of a metal dinosaurs eyes or even headlights.
I put on my yellow safety vest and packed my waterproof trousers and some refreshments in my trusty small rucksack.
It started to rain and 'November Rain" by Guns N Roses began to play in my mental jukebox.
I waved to passing motorists who gave me a wide margin and indicated when they passed by.
A couple of farm dogs came and barked at me and I praised them for doing such a grand job protecting their owners property.
I also saw a dead cat that had been knocked down and someone had kindly placed it on top of a drystone wall. I also noticed a flat hedgehog lying in the road. Roadkill saddens me.
I didn't speak or see anyone walking in the West Cork mizzle. Mist and drizzle make mizzle.
Eventually I got to my half way destination and posted my letter and took a photo of the green An Post letter box:
"Return To Sender"by Elvis and "Please Mr Postman" by The Carpenters were playing on my mental jukebox all the way East. Whilst I drank my Lucozade, ate my apples and biscuits and watched the bay.
It wasn't too bad a walk and it keeps me fit.
How far do you go to post a letter?
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