I see them on the ground everyday.
They annoy me – their bright colours and slogans with words and numbers imparting important information about the new local accountant/masseur/psychic/personal trainer.
But my son has challenged my fervent dislike.
When he sees a flier on the ground he runs over excitedly and announces in a loud voice that he’s found a letter.
He then proceeds to read it to me:
I love you.
They don’t annoy me as much anymore.