Postman is retiring...

... and on his last round, he gets a bottle from one house, cigars from the next, the 3rd house Mrs Jones is waiting in her nightdress! She drags him upstairs, makes mad passionate love to him, then brings him down for a huge fry up. The postman sees a fiver under his cup and asks what it's for. She explains "we were talking about what to get you and my husband said 'f**k him, give him a fiver!' The breakfast was my idea!"