Hairy, Shavey and Lady

Those are our three trusty post-people here in Bovinia. You may remember Hairy from the beginning of this blog. Well, I can assure you that he is still going strong, and his beard is as matted and badger-back grey as ever. He is at our door nearly every day at the moment, such is the volume of parcels we are receiving from kind relatives and various online shopping portals. Each time I open the door to him, he looks increasingly embarrassed, as if he hardly dares to hand over yet another parcel. For my part, I am embarrassed that we are getting so many! (Not that I am complaining, folks!)

Shavey, aptly named by Titus for his skinhead, is, in contrast to Hairy, rather surly and seems to resent his job. This may be because we only see him when Hairy is indisposed, which probably means he has to do overtime (but don't they get paid for that?). He never smiles and obviously has never heard of pleasant banter, or any kind of banter, in fact. So we don't mind if we don't see him for weeks on end.

Lady (also named by Titus, showing a distinct lack of imagination in this case) is, would you believe, a lady, and that is really all I can say about her. She is not surly or unpleasant, but always in such a hurry that you hardly see her for dust, or snow, or whatever. Nobody can wheelspin and make screeching tyre noises like she can in that yellow van. She is probably a frustrated would-be formula one driver. No doubt we will find out more about her in due course. I'll be sure to update you.