Me and Emilia agree on a lot of things; but one point where we go completely seperate ways is our attitude towards our mailbox. I'm not sure she has ever recieved anything she was supposed to get on this adress, so if she one day found a letter adressed to her she would probably hop to the ceiling out of pure joy.
Me, on the other hand, get an amazing amount of disturbing, and very much un-wanted mail.
I had a complete nervous breakdown today, tears, nausea and all, when I opened yet another envelope from the bank.

Now - shower, chips and Mary Poppins. (not all at the same time)

And no checking the postbox for a couple of days. Phew.

Two troublefree nine-year-olds keeping the watch this afternoon