Adullamite

A slow wander down the road led to the early packets being deposited into the care of Royal Mail.  The care is not what it was but what can ...

Another tiring day.   Struggled to wake this morning, forced myself up, and breakfasted on a stale roll.  Some folks have less than this of ...

Not that long ago a workmen's van arrived, stopped across the road, unloaded gear, set up a security fence, climbed the ladder, placed t...

So, being desperate to post a packet to my latest Great Niece I hobbled unwillingly down the road to the PO.  My knees expressed their disma...

In spite of the postmen striking for the second day in a row I hobbled down to the Post Office and sent off two last packets, though that wo...

  Busy day. I had to stumble down to the Post Office to post a wee packet to Edinburgh.  I arrived behind an attractive young woman with bab...

I have been cogitating this week on Tuesday's doings.   On Tuesday, as you know, I ventured out to the Post Office.  This small sub-post...

Isn't it annoying that when you have done everything someone you forgot sends you a card?  So first thing today I trot down to the Post ...

It was dreich when I forced my unwilling bulk out off bed this morning.  Too tired to think I yet cogitated over the bag lying on the floor ...

  Parcelforce arrived before 10 this morning to collect my package with a smile.  He obviously had not read my Twitter feed.  Relieved of th...

    The weathermen said 'Rain in afternoon.'  "Good!" said I, and before noon wandered down to the Post Office with my two...

Walking barefoot across the floor I left a trail of footprints in the dust.  It crossed my mind that I must get a new hoover sometime soo...

Early this morning, long before breakfast, I rose into the freezing air and headed once more towards the sorting office.  The land was wh...

I drifted slowly down to the Post Office the other day to obtain stamps for Christmas.  Quite why I know not as I still have plenty from ...

An eye opens slightly noting the grayish sky seen through the break in the grubby curtains.  The ear picks up a monotone voice offering...

As I turned in I noticed two postmen I knew, good men and true, one on his bike heading out bearing that constant smile on his face, a ...