Gone are the days when I knew my postman!
I used to know him by first name, in fact once my parents called the police as I disappeared when I was about 12.
I had walked with Lenny, the postman on his round!
Nowadays with a person on a bike, they always wear all this clothing - totally covered up, and I wouldnt even know if it is a male or a female, let alone what he or she looks like.
I have said hello on a few occasions but with the helmet they wear, would never know who it was!
I totally agree with you. With the uniform it is so hard to tell one postie from another.
You remind me that our fruiterer hid my brother behind the crates of fruit on the back of his truck so he could do the rounds with him. It was all good fun, and Mum was in on the trick.