Man of Honour
The postman made it through the snow this morning.
I am a "lazy, bone idle, stupid," etc. postman and today a delivery that would have taken me about two hours took me three and a half because of the snow, and the back-breaking weight of everyone's christmas presents and there tiny credit-card sized illegibly scrawled cards which were probably meant for someone who died 10 years ago anyway. A good many of which are addressed to the wrong street, wrong part of town, or even wrong part of the country and we have to sort it out.
It's not like we all just sit in the mail centre laughing and opening all your parcels. Delivery at this time of year, and in these conditions, is a pain in the rear.
It's not like we all just sit in the mail centre laughing and opening your parcels. Delivery at this time of year, and in these conditions, is a pain in the rear.