I picked my mailbox up this morning. The wrong button. I meant to open it, but then blam: it was gone, and it had moved to my inventory. I did not know that you could do that. It was a reminder that after - jeepers! - 185 hours of the latest Animal Crossing there are still things that surprise me.
But those things have been scarce of late. I still log on every day, yet like Billy Bones I have mainly been scanning the horizon. For the last few months I've been logging on for Redd and Redd alone, the fox who turns up in a boat that pours black smoke into the sky and contains art treasures, crated together in the gloom, the real and the fake alike. I have worried somewhat. I can still find pleasure in the flittering butterfly or the sight of Gulliver on the beach, but the truth is hard to deny: once my art gallery is finished, I will struggle to come back as regularly.