For some time now a blue Ford Falcon has been coming to a halt in the middle of our avenue.
The driver disembarks, places junk-mail in our letterbox, the letter boxes of our neighbors, and also the place across the avenue.
Then the driver returns to their car, drives a little further up the avenue and repeats.
I have resisted the urge to follow and find out how far this behaviour goes on. That would be weird.
I appreciate the attention to detail and personalised service, but wonder how they’re making more than the cost of their petrol.
Maybe it’s a company car?
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