For me it happens when my husband (rarely, due to below stated
reasons) accompanies me on a letterbox search. He does not letterbox
and thinks it is all rather silly, but recognizes it is my personal
mental and physical health plan. when a box is found, he gets
(quietly) impatient so I turn the whole thing into a rushed game of
sorts..time me-bet I'm done stamping in less than 3 minutes!! How
relaxing is that?? Anyways, invariably when the husband is along, the
box cannot be found. That drives HIM nuts. you know that old
stereotype about men and directions. Well, hate to break it to you
all but it is true. They (he) won't ask for them, but gosh darn, if
directions are there in hand they had BETTER be right!! Ah well,
we've been married for 20 years. This blindness to the joys of
letterboxing will be forgiven (at least for now).
Hmm..I wonder where Silvereagle boxes?? Lovers clenched in
eachother's arms-must be Virginia ;-)
Catlover/teacher/gardener