When I was a child I adored one of my Uncles. He was fun, told jokes and played football with us in the field. Every Friday he posted an letter in the letterbox down the street. I used to walk down with him during the summer days when I was off school. 9am on the button, he walked out the door to post the letter. I never really asked him who the recipient of the letter was but I found out off my father only a few years ago after he had passed. Every Thursday Tommy used to cash his cheque that he got for his work. He cashed that cheque on Thursday evening. Every Friday he out 20 pound in an envelope and posted it to himself. Tommy was an alcoholic and a big gambler. He did this for years to make sure had money for the week. So when he woke up on Monday and got ready for work the post would arrive and Tommy would have money for the rest of the week to survive. He knew his weakness and he countered it by posting a letter. We all laughed at this when my father told me about the letter but when I reflect it was a pretty sad existence. My father said his plan only failed once when there was a postal strike so he was around to us for dinner that week and he played football with me in the field.
I am out of time.