Wait a Minute Mr Postman

S Sits outside my office. 

We chat through the glass. 

When the postman pulls up outside, we both turn to look. 

If it's the postman, with the shorts, there is silence. 

We watch, appreciatively, waiting in anticipation to see if he comes into the office (since Covid, they occasionally use the letter box).

I have long appreciated his calves quietly to myself (well I told himself obviously)...  But the other day, when S sighed, when it wasn't him, I realised i wasn't alone in my appreciation. 

it turns out that she appreciates all of him, not just his calves. 

When it pulled up today, we got well excited. 

It wasn't him.  We were so sad. 

But the F18s from Wednesday night lined up at the end of the runways and they were making some noise. 

So we ignored the not-attractive postman and went over to the edge of the trees to look at the super noisy trees. - and all thoughts of the postman disappeared. 

Wow, What a flipping noise.  It was amazing.  My lungs were nearly blow out of my chest hole.  We couldn't speak to each other.  We couldn't hear a thing, but boy as each one of them roared off... we laughed our faces off. 

C decided there and then that she was resigning and training to be a top gun pilot. 


PS in other news I took beanie to a check up ... and the vet says she is fine.. no need for £198 blood tests or anything. Feels fine, heart fine, temp fine. Smiley face.   She's just a bit crazy.   But we knew that.