Well now, Mrs TE has just been telling me about how she has greeted our postie some mornings in her negligee. Needless to say this got me imagination racing but we won't go into that!
But it did remind me to share the story from Bill Bryson about how friendly a place Yorkshire is. He recounted the fact that on many occasions you could be pottering about the house - then come into the kitchen and find the morning's post on the kitchen table. His only reservation about this obvious social benefit was that when he had been cooking breakfast, rather noisily at the cooker and had been indulging in a series of 'raised leg farts', it was a bit unnerving to turn around and find today's post on the table behind you.
Has anybody oop north experienced this and what has our Postie fraternity got to say about it?