Dear Uncle Drago
I am settling in well to my new Postman job in the village of Upper Bell End. In readiness for the forthcoming colder weather, I have taken to wearing a rather fetching ginger syrup to cover my bald pate, as I understand that's the cool colour for hair nowaday. I also think my new round glasses make look rather intelligent.
Having given some thought as to how to try and keep the spirits of the, mostly pretty ancient Upper Bell Enders, up, I have decided to do my round whistling that lovely ditty "I just called to say I love you", I know, I am extremely thoughful.
However, I am a little worried, as at one particular, rather run down cottage, at the far end of the village's back entry, there is a rather odd looking gentleman, who stands with his nose pressed against the front window, appearing to breath heavily and smiling a very strange smile at me, every time I service his letterbox.
Do you think he fancies me. Should I tell my HR diversity co-ordinator?
Slightly worried of Her Majesty's Royal Mail