The Friday mailbag: a look back at the week's correspondence from listeners.

Mr Polishuk opened the mailbag and made the gruesome discovery on May 11.

He retrieved the mailbag and put it next to my suitcase.

On the platform were left the mailbag, two Express parcels, and three milk cans.

The mystery is simply who took the papers and otherwise left the mailbag intact?

To my surprise, the mailbag was stuffed full with letters.

Some were merely communications to go forward to the United States in the consular mailbag.

Gay skipped along with his canvas mailbag as if it were seventy degrees and sunny.

After writing last week about my latest bike accident I received a fat virtual mailbag.

But the policeman had a mailbag to deliver that night, and we had to push on.

HERE are some extracts from my Christmas mailbag.

Nevertheless, my mailbag is on fire.

I took only two pounds of luggage, some raisins, the mailbag, and an additional blanket under my saddle.

First, let's go to the mailbag.

As we passed the Saint-Paul halt, our old friend, the postman, was on the platform to receive the mailbag.

He brought up the mailbag.