Racked with gilt

I've finally found a home for this vintage toast rack I bought a few years ago. With the arrival of the new hallway trolley, mail, either coming in or out of the house, has a place by the front door where everyone will see it.

I trialled it for the first time yesterday, putting the RTA's latest missive to the Husband at the front. The letter disappeared so the shiny old toast rack has moved from trial mode to official-usage mode. All happy. Possibly even the RTA, but not necessarily. What happens to their letters after I've seen them safely delivered is no concern of mine...