Leaving present

[Alsatian]

Postman Pat's last day on the job after 35 years of carrying the
post through all kinds of weather to the same neighbourhood.  When he
arrived at the first house on his route, he was greeted by the whole
family there, who all hugged and congratulated him and sent him on his
way with a cheque for £500.
At the second house they presented him fine Cuban cigars in an
18-carat gold box.
The folks at the third house handed him a case of 30-year old
Scotch whisky.
At the fourth house a dumb blonde in her lingerie met him at the door.
She took him by the arm and led him up the stairs to the bedroom where
she blew his mind with the most passionate love he had ever
experienced. When he had had enough they went downstairs, where the
dumb blonde fixed him  a giant  breakfast: eggs, tomatoes, ham, sausage,
blueberry waffles, and freshly squeezed orange juice.  When he was truly
satisfied she poured him a cup of steaming coffee. As  she was  pouring,
he noticed a £5 note sticking out from under the cup's bottom  edge.
"All this was just too wonderful for words," he said, "but what's the
five pounds for?"
"Well,"  said the dumb blonde, "last  night, I told my husband that today
would be  your last day, and that we should do something special for you.
I asked him what to give you"  He said, "F*** him. Give him five quid." She
smiled prettily."The  breakfast was my idea".