Before I was aware of what I was doing, I found myself peering through the hole where the letter box had been. I imagined some estate agent in a mask showing a potential purchaser around, and closing the door by the letterbox flap, he had broken it from the old door. I could see that the old brass letterbox was newly broken, and in a way this confirmed my theory. I was afraid to touch the twelve panels of the pigeon-grey door, as I am afraid to touch anything during this pandemic.