If by any chance you call into my blog every now and again you will know I have ‘history’ with my postman, if ever I do anything amazingly idiotic there he is, for example
Winter morning …Me in full wet weather gear picking up dog mess – NO not randomly, I did have K9 with me !! anyhoo there I am bent over my perfectly formed derrière stuck up in the air ..Postie drives past wind his window down shouts “Morning Mrs P” to this day I hope it was K9 he recognised not my posterior.
Late Morning ..Me answering the door after being on nights – in full pink PJ’s, pink fluffy dressing-gown, hair akimbo ..Postie “Looking glamorous once again Mrs P”
Mid Afternoon ..Me in the hairdressers entombed in a high lighting foils trying to look nonchalant while knowing I look not quite as stunning as usual ..Postie “So we meet again”
The list goes on and on so I’ll not bore you, but this morning I was forewarned to expect a parcel. Right every things cool, and I was semi presentable you know apart from the wellies and wet jeans due to trying to give K9 a bath, Postie knocks at the door, I went to get the door key
A slight panic sets in, what on earth did I do with the key when I came in from walking K9 has K9 eaten it ?? after what seemed an absolute age the Postie opened the door ..” You forgotten how to open the door Mrs P ?”
The key was in the lock OUTSIDE D’oh !!! I’m sure to this day the Postie is taking notes and writing a novel about the antics I get up to …It’s bound to be a best seller, when it’s published I’ll let you know – heck I’ll probably be able to get you a signed copy
So what’s inside ?? you will have to wait till next time I have to dash off to ‘The Workplace’ where I’m equally as idiotic