Whoa, pull over a minute will you, Pat.
Pat, I wonder if you could just check in that big mailbag that Jess is asleep on in the back of your van there, the one that you've just picked up from the Pencaster Sorting Office, and see if you've got anything to deliver to the Goggins household today.
Mrs Goggins said she'd write regularly, but I haven't had anything yet, and it's been nearly a week now.
She's off to stay with her sister across the valley in Ingledale and early every morning, just as day is dawning, I wait for that 'knock, ring, letters through your door' schtick of yours, but nothing's come yet. Ted Glen, the carpenter, said he'd heard there might be some industrial action in the Greendale post-office?