I was putting sheets and towels through the wash in the laundry at the end of the house and, while there thought I might as well chuck in the clothes I was wearing after my walk this morning. In went the tea-shirt, shorts and underpants. I kept my lambskin slippers on. As the washing machine had been making starting up noises I didn't hear the rural delivery mailman drive up. He normally puts mail in the mailbox as they do. Rural delivery is great as you have a little flag on the mailbox. If the flag is up it means, to the postman, that there is mail for him to collect. Neat eh. Anyway, today he drove up the driveway as he was delivering a case of wine that I had ordered through www. blackmarket.co.nz. This is Waipara Hills Waipara Pinot Noir 2009. The wine won a gold medal at the Air NZ National wine competition last year. It is stunning. Glengarry sell it for $29.95. Ex winery is $21. Blackmarket price is $13.99. Brilliant.
Back to the hallway. I was walking up the hallway, nearly at the end wearing just my slippers when he knocked at the back door (of the house). The back door is a nice large one (of the house), and has old-style surrounds. It has stained and patterned glass above the door and a large glass panel in the centre (see pic above). In short it is see-through. Now I've been told that I have a nice bum and legs (usually by women but, disturbingly, also by Brother Paulinus the headmaster at my Marist Brothers intermediate school see: http://grumpyoldmanreturnsnz.blogspot.com/2011/05/oldie-but-goodie.html ) although must admit that the rest of me could do with a bit of work but it shouldn't really be shown to the postman. I went into the bedroom at the other end of the hall, put on fresh clothes and sauntered down the hallway to open the door. We exchanged pleasantries with no mention of my exhibition. I believe in fact that the matter will never be mentioned. God knows what he thinks goes on in our house.