The creature from the black lagoon

Mr A was up and away early doors this morning.
Usually, he sticks a sign on the front door to say I’m in, but with a broken leg, so leave any parcels on the doorstep (under the watchful eye of our cctv) and we will retrieve at leisure. As we weren’t expecting anything, he didn’t put it out today.

I’d just collected the regular mail off the mat and parked my bum on the sofa, when there was a knock at the door.....a parcel delivery!!

I’m beyond caring what people think of my appearance at present, but I did wonder what state my hair was in as I wasn’t long out of bed and not groomed or dressed yet, hence the reference to the creature from the black lagoon.

I needn’t have bothered. As soon as the delivery guy clocked my leg, he was mesmerised. I could have been naked and I doubt he would have noticed.
From the initial look of shock horror on his face (which could have been from my bed head, let’s face it, Bojo would be proud of that barnet) to absolute curiosity, 20 questions ensued with regular smatterings of ‘God bless you’.
He did wish me a speedy recovery as he left though which I thought was nice of him :-)