Reginald is such a tease

Reginald regards me as a member of his flock, one that requires dominating

- MICHELE HEWITSON

A package arrived recently in Lush Places' A enormous letter box. It is compulsory for country folk to have enormous letter boxes. None of those namby-pamby, teeny-tiny city letter boxes for us. Country folk require letter boxes capable of accommodating neighbourly deliveries of bits of cattle beast or a crayfish, say.

The latest package was addressed to: Michele and Greg, Lush Places, RD2. Our rural postie, June, had scrawled on the package: "Wrong!!!!" We are at RD6. She is a right card, June. Never mind. Packages addressed this way are not infrequent and they always find us. This is one of the simple pleasures of living in the country.

Inside the package was a sweet little book called Selma, by Jutta Bauer, about a sheep called Selma. It was accompanied by a sweet little letter from a reader of The Good Life. The anonymous reader writes that they have always wanted to live in the country but feel they've probably left it too late.