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About a week ago I was wandering up to the bridge at Primrose Hill, in a daze as ever at around seven on a working day, when I noticed a Royal Mail post cart in the communal carpark of some flats, just short of the bridge. Unsurprisingly I thought no more of it, and continued on my merry way.

A few days ago I saw two of the carts, about three hundred yards further along the way to my flat, again abandoned and empty.

They sat there for a couple of days, occasionally changing position but never moving far. I wondered if someone was making a rather dull artistic statement.

On my way home tonight, I found a third one. Just outside my flat.

I'm scared.

Croydon tomorrow, an application in the High Court on Wednesday and a trial Thursday and Friday. Joy joy.