Postman Pat...

...well not quite, I was working away in the office all holed up not to be distrubed & to crack on with a to do list most horrid when the door bell went, pretty certain it was going to be one of the 11yo's friends I was not to happy to have to trapse all the way downstairs to tell them he was away.   So when I peered down the stairs to see an adult figure & because it was no-one familiar I mentally prepared myself to do 'Assertive Izzy' & send the person selling what ever away as quickly as possible so I could get back to it.

I opened to the door be great by Pat from Southern Rail asking if it was Ernie's house, sadly Ernie our lovely neighbour passed away last night, so I had to break the bad news to Pat & point him in the direction of Ernies house on off chance someone was there that could help him.  

We got chatting and Pat had come looking for Ernie to pass over some 'rail' goodies as Ernie collected them for his brother and Pat had been concerned he had not seen Ernie at the station or out and about for a few days.  

Sometimes I think do people really care about each other?! especially when I see some of the stuff that goes on around me at times but then all you need is to have someone like Pat to land on your doorstep to realise, there are people that do care & if they are worried will come and seek out the person they are worried about.   How lovely & inspiring is that :o)

May Ernie R.I.P. he will be missed round here, we have lost a character!