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He’d done it so many times, and this year for some reason it was harder than ever.
The cold seemed to wrap around him, as insulated as he was he felt it inching through his thick jacket, his legs were ached despite wearing extra leggings, and all he could think about was getting home and the fire.
But his job was still a few hours away from completion, and he had never in all his years not finished a delivery.
Along the road, through the pine plantation, there were five properties each expectant of his arrival.
The cabin of his vehicle was warm, but as his was a stop and start job the warmth deserted him the moment he stopped.
Outside Bert Higgins place he took a large envelope and made his way down Bert’s dodgy driveway.
Bert always met him at the door and would say: “Cold ain’t it? Freeze the walls of a bark humpy don’t you think?”
He would agree with Bert, bid him farewell and trudge back to his vehicle and head off to the Parson’s hoping they remembered to tie up their vicious dogs.