Still no mail. One way or the other: ring my doorbell, postman, ring my doorbell.
In the meantime. Here's the thing about living in an urban area:
Everything is right there. Our playgroup is so close we can walk.
However, on the way, we walk right past a strip club.
Also: our favourite park is right next to my favourite café.
However, it is also right next to a prison.
And also: we can go and eat our sandwiches at the train station anytime we like, since it is only about 150 metres from our house.
However, on the way, we cross about six super-dangerous ultra-busy roads. (Okay, two).
That's what we did yesterday, and and I feel like this picture sums up my life right now. Sitting, and watching, and waiting for something to happen.
Ring my doorbell, postman, ring my doorbell.