I opened the door to the postman in my Pyjamas!

The door-bell rang. UGH. I rolled over (almost off the edge of my bed), slid my feet out onto the cold floor and plodded out of my bedroom. I saw the unwelcome sheen of yellow florescent jacket through the frosted glass door-pane and I made that 'UGH' noise again. It had already been five minutes since he fist rang the doorbell, the pressure was building! There was a fine line between him waiting for me to pluck up the courage to open the door in my pyjamas and bed-head, and the orange slip which smugly announces 'we called, but you were out'. To be fair, he had been there for going on seven minutes or so now, most postmen in the country would have probably skipped off to their next address, not this guy, he was either psychic and new I was in my pyjamas and was looking for a chuckle to brighten his morning, or .. no wait. There isn't another possible explanation! He knew I was standing there! (this had nothing to do with me walking past a big window, which just happened to be transparent). I finally decided not to let him beat me! I had to be quick about it, the fine line between the opening of the door and the smug slip sliding through the letter box was now almost invisible. I strode pretty quickly up to the door, placed my palm on the cold brass door handle and plunged it down, the door opened. - Look up, Jenny! Look up! (I was still looking at my feet). I tried saying hello but my voice appeared to still be asleep. I looked at his face, he was a burly, friendly looking man. He passed me he little touch-screen 'sign here' machine and said "sign here" in his friendly tone. He also muttered something about how it was about time I got up, I stifled a very obviously fake chuckle, but due to the snoozing voice-box I appeared to have just made a noise. I felt myself turn red. The postman handed me a pink box addressed to my mother. He said goodbye and I nodded (I wasn't risking further embarrassment) I shut the door and walked through to the kitchen to dump the parcel so I could head back to bed. I walked into the kitchen where an excited Labrador puppy jumped on me. - I said that as if some strange dog was in my kitchen. (This would be far more exciting) However this dog is named Barney and had been in my house since Christmas.
Realising that I didn't feel tired any more. I glanced around the kitchen. Everything was pretty quiet. I made a cup of tea and headed for the living room to reflect on my ordeal (and to watch some American television. BLISS). The dog had somehow moved his crate in front of the living room door, so with one hand occupied with tea, I wasn't going to risk scalding myself. I kicked the crate over a little and opened the lounge door, walked in the room and noticed my step-dad sitting with a cuppa' watching the rugby. OH GOD! "The post-man just came, I signed for a parcel" i said.
"Oh, i did't hear the door." He replied.



Enny.