On hearing the beep of the post van, I carefully make my way across the icy path to meet my postman at the gate. He has a letter for me to sign for. We chat and I ask him about the roads. 'Very dangerous' he replies and I am surprised to hear that his van is not equipped with snow tyres. He demonstrates how he has to drive very carefully. I tell him about my car being at the garage awaiting repair after the boar incident. He asks 'do I need anything'? I assure him, no, and thank him for asking. He carefully turns his van and pulls away as I return to my place of hibernation next to the fire. I open letter - it informs me my car is very dangerous and on no account must a drive it on any public roads. I smile at the irony.

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