a wonderful life: royal mail

This morning, opening up the window to have a smoke on the windowsill, I saw the mailman. I dropped everything and ran downstairs to bless him with a huge pile of letters addressed to people that haven't lived here for months and years. He was very confused by my gesture: All of them?! All of them. I then took a while to sort through our new mail. Two hours later, going out to buy something, the letters were back on the floor downstairs. All of them. Sneaky bastard!