The sun was shining, the sky was perfect blue and the ‘postie’ fell off his red bike.
It was an old ‘postie’, on an old bike, on an even older road.
Just another everyday occurrence in a small Greek village.
Except of course that it didn’t really happen like that.
The ‘postie’ was really suffering from the previous night’s party that ended in the early hours.
The bike was sort of ‘newish’ and the road recently resurfaced.
Still, in times of austerity, it’s better to say that nothing works.
Today, the sober ‘postie’ really did fall off his bike.