Saturday 9 January 2010

Our Postie.


Doesnt actually walk that much. He drives a van. AND it isnt always a man. We have a lady and three men who deliver the mail. One is a really lovely guy who wears shorts whenever he can. Not at the moment. One who is non communicative totally. About 16, no he cant be, he drives the van, but to me is very young. The woman who is very chatty - and the one who is a bit of a sandwich short of a picnic. He always rings the bell and checks we are Greenbrae, he repeats 'Greenbrae' at least three times, despite the fact there are numerous signs saying Greenbrae and he has been delivering here for 8 years. Each time we have to convince him we are not aliens, and that the house has not moved since 1862 he will then hand over the post.

Our other oddity re the mail is that we take in the post for Charlie, our neighbour at the bottom of the drive. Charlie has been doing up his house 'bungalow' for over ten years now. It is uninhabitable. There is a caravan which in between girlfriends Charlie has to live in but he is rarely short of girl friends, despite the fact he removes his teeth to have a fag. Over the years we have fended off electricity bill pursuers, council tax ditto, t.v. licensing ditto and some scary heavy men where we claim to have not seen him for months..... In return Charlie repairs our roof when required and did a fantastic plastering job in our kitchen at a very reasonable price.

Better the devil that you know I always say to our guests when they ask about the hovel next door......

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