Postman Pat

I was rudely awoken by the noise of the doorbell at the crack of dawn (aka 8.30am). This was not really the way I wanted to start my second day of uni holidays. I stagger out of bed, muttering about the nuisance of being the closest room to the front door and the pain of being the easiest Jackson child to wake up from their slumber. Dazed and disheveled I find my way to the front door and open it to find our postman walking back towards his van. After 3 rings of the doorbell they usually give up (as you know we value our sleep very highly in this household) but feeling generous today so I got up. Slightly surprised to see such a sight standing inside the door way (I must say I look amazing in the mornings - pink spotty pyjamas, spongebob slippers, untamed hair and eyes I can barely keep open), our cheery middle-aged postman re-approached the house carrying a small package in hand.

I'll just pause here to fill you in on our relationship - the postman and I. I'd say we have a great relationship. I sometimes bother to get up, open the door bleary eyed and get handed our packages. I hardly new the postman a few months ago but after I discovered the wonders of bookdepository.com, I see him nearly every morning. While this online shop is incredibly cheap and has no postage fees the one downside is that they post everything separately. So the postman and I met each morning promptly at 7.45am for a week as book after book appeared. We always had the same exchange...
Postman: (All happy and smiley) "Good morning! Here's your package!"
Penny: (All sleepy) "...hi...oh...thanks..."
Postman: (Still happy and smiley) "Have a great day!"

So back to this morning. A totally different exchange. "Sorry, you'll have to sign for this one," he said getting his fancy electronic machine ready. What?! This was totally unexpected. And then even more unexpected. "It's Penny, isn't it?!" "Ah, yep." I replied slightly taken aback and thinking in my head 'How does he know my name'. Then it hit me...the obvious. He is the postman and my name is on the package. I thanked him and closed the door. I looked at the package and noticed the name above the address: Glenn Jackson. Wow, I must make a good impression first thing in the morning.

So I guess that means we're now on a first name basis, except...I don't know what his name is.