Was checking my veg plants and the postie arrived this morning. Picture the scene, me in my joddies, wellies, two fleeces, cos its a biting wind, and after all that sun, I am feeling the cold. Bit of small talk about the weather etc. Not seen this postie before, maybe usual is on holiday. Anyway, as he turned to leave, he said "Its nice to see a bit of glamour" I looked round, wondering who else was in the garden, and it dawned on me, he was actually talking about me!!
I am a lot of things, but glamorous is not one of them. Anyway he made my day. Went back indoors, and someone rang. During the conversation, they said I had a lovely voice, and it was such a young voice too.
Goodness me, my day for nice compliments. Keep them coming is what I say. At my age, you have to lap them up as they are few and far between.
Maybe the posties eyesight is failing, but never mind. I believe him about me being glamorous (not)