Scene: The Post Office; 9.30am the morning of the fete.

Doris, a plump busybody, stands behind the counter; her hands moving as fast as her mouth as she mumbles to herself while she's working.

Ernie George, the milkman, has just finished his round for the day and pops into the Post Office to buy a stamp.

Doris looks up briefly as the door chime rings then carries on.

Doris (in a continuous stream without expecting or allowing a response):
Morning Mr G. How's family? Going to be a busy one today what with fete n'all. Far too many people from the town for my liking. Still, money's money, in't that right. Still sending these off then?'

Ernie (handing a business envelope to Doris):
Morning Doris, yes thanks, the usual. You never know, one of these days I might even find someone who likes one of me poems enough to publish it.

Doris: Well they always go down a treat down the Leg of Lamb on Poetry night. There you go, now you remind folks when you see 'em I'm only here half day today won't you. Got me jam stall to set up. Tell Mrs G. it's quince and gooseberry this year.

Ernie: Will do.

Ernie leaves.
Telephone rings and Doris answers.

Doris: Village Post Office
Pause while she listens

Doris (quietly and a bit furtively): Yes, Sam, he has been in to post another one. I've put it by for you. See you in a minute then.

Doris puts the phone down and carries on.