
Dear super-galactic travellers,
Most of the time our deliveries are brought to the front door, but sometimes...

they decide to chuck it over our high back garden fence/gate. We've had things like a Kindle and a computer monitor thrown over it, and other times paper items like books, which have then sat out in the rain because we didn't know an item had been delivered (we have a camera doorbell at the front, so if something’s delivered and they don't tell us, at least we know it's there!)
And so, after this last item that was thrown over our fence (it was a box of beers. Luckily they didn’t end up bursting...) I wrote a little poem to the small percentage of delivery people who don't treat the items they're in charge of with the care they should...

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