I ventured over to the poop office box, and there were several packages there. Most of them for Peter, but a couple for me. So, I did what any decent person would do, I opened Peter’s boxes, exchanged his nicely detailed pieces with some rusty ones of my own. Replaced mine in the box, taped them back up, and put them aside to mail to him later.
Of the packages that were actually addressed to me, one contained a nice copper heeley double lever–a trade from Mr. Bull for the mirror mentioned a few days back.