It’s a strange and wonderous thing, this book blogging lark. You meet so many new and like-minded people who drool over your lovely, shiny books with: brand new friends that actually congratulate you on your purchases, who coo over your finds and actually want to enter into a conversation with you about your very favourite subject! Seriously, what beats that?
My New Best Friend
Well, I must now introduce you to my new best friend. Is he a fellow book blogger, I hear you cry? No. Does he like reading? Not so much, he falls asleep a few pages into a book, he tells me. So who on earth could this new found best friend be????
My Postman, that’s who!
Yes, the lovely man who brings my mail every morning. Allow me to explain. At roughly about 11.30am every day, I hear the gate click. Then footsteps crunch down the path. There is a pause (presumably while he grapples with arm-fulls of lovely brown packages) and then the letterbox creeks and…….THUD! This is the point at which I disengage myself from any work-related task I have been doing (yep, phone-calls are aborted, emails stop mid word) and I fly down the stairs to the front door to greet my new treasures. Come to Mamma!!!!
Now, my new best friend doesn’t just drop these lovelies through the letterbox. Oh no! He also rings the doorbell if there are any especially large parcels or if he happens to see my silhouette mid-parkour-leap down the stairwell. The conversation goes like this:
New Best Friend: Morning, love! (in very loud, very broad Yorkshire accent)
Me: Morning! Oh my, what have you got for me today?
New Best Friend: Eeeh, I knew you’d be pleased. I said to meself ”She’ll be pleased wi’ this!”
Me: I am, I am!
New Best Friend: How do you find t’ time to read ‘em all?
Me: Let me worry about that, you just keep delivering them.
New Best Friend: Alright, love. See yer tomorrow.
You see, it’s a relationship made in heaven. I get my lovely new toys and he gets paid for delivering them. Win win. Apparantly I am even famous in the Royal Mail sorting office. My NBF says that he calls me “Savant” as he reckons I must be like Rain Man to read so many books.
So here is a little test for you. Look at the two pictures below and answer the question at the bottom.
NB: The top picture is not my ACTUAL new best friend, as I thought that maybe asking him to pose for a photo at my door might sour our relationship somewhat (stalker, much?) so I have used a stand-in.
Exhibit B
Can you spot the difference?
Nope, me neither.
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