My little Canon Ixus-30 is still alive & well...

...and so is the Mail-girl and her venerable old truck. She's still wearing her shorts, even though it isn't all that warm here this morning. It's 14 C on the balcony right now, and part of that is heat escaping from the 15 floors below me. Down where they frequently create those fumes evoking visions of goats, camels, and other roadkill roasting on a spit over an open fire, surrounded by gibberish-speaking natives with bones in their noses.