Leaving the house this morning, I was locking the gate at the end of the drive, when I heard a 'clunk, clunk' and a mutter of 'Merde!'
Turning around, I saw the postman underneath the trees on the other side of the road. He was astride his bicycle, swearing because his letter paniers had just fallen off.
It's my fault: all those internet books I keep buying. One person's pleasure is always another person's pain.
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