Unsung Hero’s

I love it when I get a parcel with goodies in it. Not loving the bills mind you. But what makes it easier to accept them is the fact that Andrew Kinnaird has ploughed through the snow and ice and frost to deliver them.

I try to take him prisoner sometimes by opening the electric gates then closing them behind him. It’s a hoot when he climbs over them and runs for the hills.

Thing is! It can get lonely in the wilds out of town. The postman is often the only person isolated peeps see. They are our mates. No matter how busy Andy is he takes the time to say hello. His smile lights up the dark midwinter. I know that the powers that be in Royal Mail are trying to streamline the organisation and cut costs. What they don’t know or take into account is that dedicated Posties are an integrated and important part of our community. They work out of paid hours and do more than deliver our letters. Andrew cares about the people on his round. He knows them. They know him and look forward to seeing him. The husband and Andy are fast friends. They chew the fat as they say in the US of A. Shoot the breeze. Confer on how the neighbours are and if anyone needs a wee hand.

Mary Elliot’s wee Post Office is much missed. I understand why she gave it up. Technology is beginning to alienate the human touch. Who would want to go through a crash course in computer speak when they have been through it before? I believe Mary started the job because she could spend her life speaking face to face with friends and neighbours and passers-by? It’s a loss to the neighbourhood, but understandable. I couldn’t have faced retraining ... yet again!  She is a legend though.    

The post we dropped off at Mary’s was delivered so fast that I often wonder if she sent it by Robbie’s racing pigeon’s.

I thank you with all my heart for your kindness Mary. We should get together for a chocolate night.

The Andrew boy is more than a Postman. He is a lifeline. Andy and his mates pull a post office van roon the toon for charity. They do all sorts to help others. I wish I was as dedicated to good works. They don’t look for praise or recognition … they are what they are … good people.

Caring and sharing. To say I admire the eejit is an understatement.

The picture is him being forced to pose otherwise he was going to be held prisoner until Easter.