Precision synchronisation of clumsiness has lead to Mr Karen and I both losing our mail box keys within the same week. At first, I wasn’t troubled: I would find the key in a bag/pram/random pocket and all would be fine. This was several weeks ago now, still no key.
Last week, concern was building that perhaps we needed to deal with this mail box situation. Its not so much the bills that caused concern: they would just send a reminder. My biggest concern was that there might be warm Christmas fuzzies that I might be missing.
In desperation, I figured out that if I squinted, held by breath and stood on tip-toes, I could wiggle my hand in through the slot and reach into the box far enough to collect the mail. Success!! Crisis averted. The cards started to dribble in. The front room started to look a little more seasonal.
Today, in a desperate attempt to collect any potential Christmas cards, all the mail has fallen over and now lies flat and unopened at the bottom of the mailbox. DL sized tragedy with a 55 cent stamp: the Unopened Christmas card.