Chapter Five...but the record number of letters that Shelly had ever had to post in one day was thirty eight. It was costly and debilitating; especially in the early days when Sammy insisted that his letters had to be posted immediately. When they’d moved house, while other buyers might be looking at the proximity of schools and shops, Shelly and John only cared about the nearest post box. They had one on the corner of the street.
Sammy raised his voice. The horror and indignation that he felt were apparent in every syllable. 'It's done a shit, Shelly May,' he said, staring at the poo by the back door. It was shaped like cupcake icing.