Post .....

..... box

I spotted this rather unconventional post box on my way back from an appointment at the bank this morning.

I was with my dad and brother in my dad's new (to him) truck. His new truck has the luxury of a CD player and my dad currently has two CD's, the best of Otis Redding and Foster & Allen sing the number 1's ( Although the Foster and Allen versions sound more like number twos ). Dad calls them Allen & Foster, I'm starting to worry about him. The other week when I was chatting to him on the phone about what he was planning to watch on TV that evening, he said ....

"You know what programme I like"

Me : "No ?"

"Yes you do, that one with Dale Winton on it"

He meant the National Lottery Show, I think I'm going to have to start looking at homes to put him in. ;-)

He may be a daft old sod who had me and my brother singing along with him to 'Allen & Foster's' version of I have a dream ( complete with Irish accents ) in the truck earlier. But as this is the photo my dad likes best of the ones I've taken today, my blip is .....

..... Post box.