The joys of a postman.

It was Postman Pat's last day on the job after 35 years of carrying the post through all kinds of weather to the same neighbourhood.

When he arrived at the first house on his route, he was greeted by the whole family there, who all hugged & congratulated him & sent him on his way with a gift cheque for £50.

At the second house they presented him fine cuban cigars.

The folks at the third house handed him a case of 30-year old Scotch whisky.

At the fourth house he was met at the door by a dumb blonde in her lingerie.

She took him by the arm & led up the stairs to the bedroom where she blew his mind with the most passionate love he had ever experienced.

When he had enough they went downstairs, where the dumb blonde fixed him a giant breakfast: eggs, tomatoes, bacon, sausage, beans and freshly-squeezed orange juice.

When he was truly satisfied she poured him a cup of steaming coffee.

As she was pouring, he noticed a five pound note sticking out from under the cup's bottom edge.

"All this was just too wounderful for words, he said, but what's the fiver for?

Well, "said the dumb blonde, last night, i told my husband that today would be your last day, and that we should do something special for you.

I asked him what to give you.

He said, "Fuck him.....Give him a fiver."

"The breakfast was my idea."