A Flower with A View

This was just the quickest card I could come up with. I suddenly realised I'd have to race the postman to the postbox, and sure enough as I pulled out of my drive, he whizzed passed me like a speeding bullet, but I had an advantage! He had to make one last stop at another postbox, before he hit the Post Office. He swerved left and I chased on to the right, but I got stuck behind a slow old codger, who couldn't see over the steering wheel, in fact I think he's dog was driving! As I got to the main road, there was the postman whizzing by. I'm sure he waved and smiled. Damit! I quickly raced off after him but as I arrived at the Post Office he'd already pulled his post bag from the back of the van and had parcels from the Post Office clutched in his arms! (Note: Postman always move faster than the speed of light when it's nearly tea time!) Two of my letters where ok, I knew they would go ordinary first class, but the third??? A bit lumpy with that shaker topper attached. "I've just got to check it's not too fat" I called to the Postie (I refuse to call it a LARGE letter, when it's so tiny, but a fat one, well, okay.
"Oh...." said the Postie, "it's ok, I haven't emptied the postbox yet."
Luckily the Post Office was empty! But as usual, the Mrs 'Happy' Lady (not) was 'doing' something. (shuffling papers and pretending to write)
"I'll be with you in a minute" she said, not looking up. Her friend in the other cubicle was hidden behind a huge parcel. They then begun to 'talk' about the day in general. I looked out of the shop window and saw the postman heading towards the post box! Key in hand! Oh no!!
Mrs 'Happy', then looks up, and says, "Oh what a shame, I think you've missed the postman..."
Grrr.
"Oh," says me coolly. "He said he'd wait. " I lied,
"Oh, did he? Oh well, that'll be another 22p please (It already had a first class stamp on it) I stick the stamps on and bolt for the door, just as Mr Postie pulls the letters from the post box! Phew! I'd done it! I'd beaten the Postie. "Glad I caught you, I really wanted it to go tonight,"
But then..."Seeing it's a holiday weekend, " began the Postie, "probably won't get to where it's going til early next week..." Bother.