The postman always knocks twice...and is strangely knowledgeable...

I have just opened the door to the postie (not an unusual occurrence) and he greeted me by my first name. Like he knew me...! To say it was odd would be a bit of an understatement. He also knew that the package of DVDs from Amazon was for me, although admittedly, knowing my name and seeing it on the package is not a huge leap of logic. But knowing my name, seeing it on the package, and recognising me in person is rather an impressive combination. The big thing is that I'm pretty sure I have NEVER met our current postie before! Either the postal service is way more personal than ever before or I have a stalker on my hands. Hm.

I am at home thinking conspiracy theories, watching my brand new DVDs hand delivered by a stalker, and looking after the dog, who is recently nutless and understandably peeved about it. I have inspected the operation site and feel that they've gone a little overboard with the shaving. Poor, poor dear. This is what happens when I go away and leave him at the mercy of my mother; he ends up mostly bald and completely impotent. ...and it's chilly out. I might have to knit him a merkin.