13th August – Post Box Ploys

On the way to post my entry for the poetry competition, I ran into Stanley loitering by the post box.

He leaned in as if sharing a state secret and whispered that the garden swap should “go beyond courgettes.” His eyes gleamed in a worrying way.

He muttered about “bigger opportunities,” though when I asked what, he coughed and pretended to examine the post box paint. I half-suspect he’s planning to swap his old wheelbarrow for livestock.

I only hope it’s not pigs — Maureen says pigs are far too clever and would have the committee tied in knots within a week.