GerryW
It all began, quite understandably, with a wobble.
Not a big wobble. Just a small, curious one. A sheep wobbled first (Sean the Ram, to be precise), then the postman, then the clock tower, then the actual postbox, which spun on its little metal leg and flung out a bundle of letters like confetti at a particularly disorganised wedding.
"Hmm," said Mrs McFadden, blinking three times in succession, which was her emergency response to any anomaly. "Must be Dizziness Day again."