Theoretically, my mate Padraig's coming to visit us later this evening. He was supposed to be here yesterday but missed the ferry in Dublin. The last text message, he was en route and headed for the train at Liverpool. Padraig is one of the most travelled people I know, yet how he gets from A to B is a mystery to his friends. For example, he managed to cross the Libyan/Tunisian frontier without being aware of it. Anyhow, if/when he gets here, we'll no doubt have adventures, or at least get a trifle drunk.
Meanwhile, here's a picture of the pillar box in Bede Burn Road, Jarrow. As you can see, it dates back to the time of Edward VII, so it's been there for 100 years, more or less... Here's a thought: When it was new, Pad's forebears were British subjects, though they probably viewed that status with, at best, indifference. Not to say scorn. I'll ask him later.