It stands to reason that our postman must be able to read. He wouldn't be able to deliver letters if he couldn't. So which part of 'Please close the gate' doesn't he understand?
(Now why has Blogger done that to my font?)
George was off and away this morning for a while before Husband asked where he was and I remembered I'd let him out much earlier. 'Just before the postman came.'
Fortunately it's bin day so he hadn't gone far; he was down the road opposite going through their black sacks.
But I noticed that our garden is looking particularly colourful and pretty. At least the bits Husband is in charge of are. My bit of garden is washed out and battered. I'm not showing you a photo of that.