The postman stood at the door with an unusual smile on his face

The postman stood at the door with an unusual smile on his face.

"You alright today Rob?" he asked with his usual jovial smile and happy demeanor 

"Yeah I am Roy, you sure you are?" I replied, quite stunned as I took the envelope he had in his hand for me and signed a squiggle on his electronic receipt device before wiping my hands on my legs. 

"It's very hot today", I said, half question, half statement as the sun beamed brightly over the houses behind him straight at me. It was just past midday and he had just got to me by the 1pm Special Delivery deadline. 

"Yeah I can feel the heat burning into me" Roy replied checking my signature on the machine before putting it into his bag. 

I could well imagine how hot Roy was feeling as the sun was making me start to sweat, and I had only been at the doorstep for a minute. 

"Are you sure you don't want a drink or something Roy?" I felt a duty to ask incase he was having a heatstroke or going sun mad. The sweat was rolling off his forehead and dripping from his chin. 

"No I'm okay Rob but thanks for asking", he and I had known each other for a good decade now with all the regular parcels I was getting and he being the postie on the specials route. 

"You still with Sharon?" I asked. I felt a duty to inquire in case she had done something that had sent him over the edge. A mad postman on a bipolar upper trip. 

"Yeah im still with the mad bat", he laughed. It left me thinking whether she had been sectioned or sent to a psychiatrict ward at the hospital. 

"Well as long as she's looking after you mate" I said, my muscles automatically twitching to reach out to fist bump him before I pushed the urge to the back of my head. 

"Well I'll be seeing you then Rob, probably in a couple of days I guess." he ended our conversation and I had a doubt in my mind whether I would be seeing him on my next delivery or ever again. . 

"See ya", I replied, and then watched as Roy walked off down my pathway with a Laurel n Hardy style skip hop n jump, totally stark bollock naked apart from his bag of post hanging from his shoulder and his big hairy sweaty balls slapping against his thighs.

Nutter I thought and shut the front door.

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