ode to the postman

Andreas is our postie.
He’s about the most accommodating human being I’ve ever met.
Nothing is ever too much trouble.
He’s happy to wait without complaint while I count through the mail which should have all been tallied up before he arrives.
He has a lovely accent.
Everything is fantastic. Terrific. Marvellous.
Whatever we do is always much appreciated.
And he’s never short on a compliment.
Today’s was “You have a million dollar smile, Jacqualine.”
Then down the stairs and out the door.
Maybe one day he’ll learn that it’s the short, feisty red-haired one that’s Jacqualine, and not the taller, paler, more freckly one which happens to be me.
Nevertheless, my admiration remains undiminished!!