Post waiting depression

I don't know what I did to the postman, but I think it must have really pissed him off.

Not only am I still waiting for my London Marathon News, but other mags I usually get on a Friday still haven't turned up. I'm used to them turning up on Saturday, but it's now Monday and there's still nothing...

Maybe it's because I've started remodelling my front garden?

I've tried to make sure he's always got a clear, clean path to the door. Maybe he was just fond of the old dead hedge I'm replacing?

I suppose some people might think the concrete path had a certain charm, but I hated it and want something less institutional looking.

Whatever it is I've done, I hope he tells me soon so I can put it right - I'm waiting on a cheque from selling the car which will be paying for new trainers etc.

So, if you're reading this Mr Postman: I'm sorry.

Whatever it is that's upset you, I'll work on.

I can change, just tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it!

We've gone through so much together already, lets not throw it away...