RIP my postman…

No, he isn’t dead but it is still a sad day indeed…….

It breaks my heart to even write this, but my suspicions have been confirmed – my lovely postman, that happy-chappy, deliverer of big brown, book-shaped parcels on an almost daily basis, is no more………

I had suspected as much when I started discovering little red and white  pieces of card in my mailbox instead of said book-shaped parcels. These little red and white pieces of card were from the Royal Mail asking me to go into the sorting office in town and pick up the parcels myself! Not only that, but I had to wait a minimum of 24 hours (sometimes 48!!!!) hours before I could collect them. *swoons in a faint*. Do you have any idea what torture that is for a book-lover?  Of course you do.

Early readers of my blog will remember these posts (here and here) I did about my lovely postman back when I started blogging and parcels of books started arriving. Ever since our relationship was cemented over a brown paper package, I have been like an excited dog waiting for its master to come home whenever I hear him come up the garden path. There I stand, wagging my tail and salivating over the contents that are about to spill out on to my kitchen worktop. He probably just thinks I’m a wierdo but who cares? I got me new books!!

Anyway, at first I thought that maybe my lovely postman was on holiday and business would be resumed as normal in a few days. But no 😦

Yesterday I was out and about and I saw him! “Mr Postman!” I yelled from across the street, “Where have you been?” This is now a solemn moment as I tell you that he has……….. changed routes. Please pause for a moment of silence, if you will.

 

  *pause*

 

Now, I am sure that my new postman will soon get the hang of not making me go all the way into town for my parcels. Indeed, old postman promised that he had told new postman to leave my books in the recycling bin for me and lo and behold yesterday there was one sticking out of the letterbox when I got home. That’s more like it: I feel that this could be the start of another beautiful relationship.

So, much as I will miss the dulcit yorkshire tones of my old postmans “morning, love!” let’s end by celebrating the beginning of a new partnership – he brings me books and I beam from ear to ear like a lunatic. Lovely 🙂

 

 

Edit/ Check out what message that cheeky Mr Whisperer left underneath:

“I have it on good authority that he requested a new route, as his entire basic salary was being spent on chiropractic treatment due to the volume, weight and frequency of deliveries to our home address! Mr (the long suffering) Whisperer.”