We have to admit that we are all suffering not a little postal envy as far as Hugh is concerned, our nearest post box is at least a good fifteen minutes walk away ………..
……. whereas Hugh has a small post box right outside Le Chicken Coop, from which the postman picks up all Hugh’s correspondence of great import in an almost exclusive and personal type nature.
It’s almost too romantic and time saving for words, even though Hugh openly admits to still asking his “man what does” to pop his letters in said box on his way home “…… as he’s just passing”, what is he like?
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Either Hugh is lazy, busy with important stuff, or else, he must have a huge amount of correspondence, if he can't take it to the post box, himself.
When I lived in Abu Dhabi, many Emirati (men) would go to the local shops, but wouldn't get out of their cars. Someone from the shop, always from the Indian Subcontinent, would be dispatched to take their order, find it, take it back to the car, take payment, come back inside for change, and deliver said change to the Emirati.
Emiratis have a very high level of obesity. Coincidence? I'm not so sure, so thinks Mr.D, who weighs 9 stone 4 pounds and has a BMI of 20.3 kg/m2.
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