One of the common sights each morning is the Little Frigging Postman, Andy De Liver, striding down the streets of the village with his bulging sack; ready to hand his package to the keenly waiting ladies of Little Frigging, who are always eager to see how big a handful he is going to thrust into their slots each day.
It is true that the ladies do like to see a man in uniform, and will always be ready to offer a hand (or two) in order to help him out of it. The ladies also like a man who comes regularly and always has a broad smile and an interestingly large package to thrust into their waiting grasp. So, Andy De Liver is always ensured of a pair of warm welcoming hands to help him unburden his sack.
Of course, some games and pastimes, such as the infamous Postman’s Knock, can often be dated back to origins far more ancient than we in the modern world realise. The figure of the postman may to us seem like an invention of modern communications. However, those of us with some knowledge of the rural past, realise that the modern postman is but a contemporary manifestation of an ancient tradition that stretches back into the mists of history. For throughout history there are tales told of young women finding themselves knocked up in the early morning by a mysterious male figure who comes and then goes, leaving them with a mysterious package, and that only months later do they realise the full significance of his strange visit.