It was Postman Pat's last day on the job after 35 years ofcarrying the mail through all kinds of weather to the same villagesand towns.
When he arrived at the first house on his route, he was greetedby the whole family there, who all hugged and congratulated him andsent him on his way with a cheque for £50.
At the second house they presented him an 18-carat gold watch.
The folks at the third house handed him a bottle of 15-year oldScotch whisky.
At the fourth house he was met at the door by a dumb blonde inher lingerie. She took him by the arm and led him up the stairs to thebedroom where she blew his mind with the most passionate love he hadever experienced. When they went downstairs, the blonde fixed him afull English breakfast: Bacon, Eggs, Sausage & Tomato with freshlysqueezed orange juice. As she was pouring him a cup of steamingcoffee, he noticed a £5 note sticking out from under the cup.
'All this was just too wonderful for words,' he said, 'butwhat's the five quid for?'
'Well,' said the dumb blonde, 'Last night, I told my husbandthat today would be your last day and that we should do somethingspecial for you'. 'I asked him what I should give you'.
He said, 'F**k him. Give him a fiver.'
She smiled shyly and said, 'The breakfast was my idea.'