Having enjoyed my extended breakfast (without that breakfast television rubbish I should add) my postman, Andy, arrived at 11.42am. I note the time having been waiting for my IT package.
In any case, having quickly scanned my post and noting no IT package received, I did have a nice conversation with my postman. In fact, I was forward enough to invite him in for a cup of tea. Was slightly concerned about my appearance, being in my pre-work attire, however he seemed not to mind. Will be sure to bring this up with other half that others are not so concerned about dressing gowns.
I wonder if it's some unknown fact of the working populous that postmen (and women) frequent the streets chatting to their letters' designators?