‘Is there anything else?’ she uggs discount said. ‘Only you’re standing there with your mouth open.’
     ‘Er . . . no. That’s fine. Thank you,’ mumbled Moist.
     She smiled at him, and bits of Moist tingled.
     ‘Well, off you go then, Mr Lipwig,’ she said. ‘Brighten up the world like a little sunbeam.’
     Four out of the five postmen were what Mr Groat called horse de combat and were brewing tea in the mail-stuffed cubbyhole that was laughingly discout ugg boots called their Rest Room. Aggy had been sent home after the bulldog had been prised from his leg; Moist had a big basket of fruit sent round. You couldn’t go wrong with a basket of fruit.
     Well, they’d made an impression, at least. So had the bulldog. But some mail had been delivered, you had to admit it. You had to admit, too, discount uggs for women that it was years and years late, but the post was moving. You could sense it in the air. The place didn’t feel so much like a tomb. Now Moist had retired to his office, where he was getting creative.
     ‘Cup of tea, Mr Lipwig?’
     He looked up from his work into the slightly strange face of Stanley.
     ‘Thank you, Stanley,’ he said, laying down ugg boots on sale his pen. ‘And I see you got nearly all of it in the cup this time! Nicely done!’
     ‘What’re you drawing, Mr Lipwig?’ said the boy, craning his neck. ‘It looks like the Post Office!’
     ‘Well done. It’s going to be on a stamp, Stanley. Here, what do you think of the others?’ He passed over the other sketches.
     ‘Coo, you’re a good draw-er, Mr ugg boots for women Lipwig. That looks just like Lord Vetinari!’
     ‘That’s the penny stamp,’ said Moist. ‘I copied the likeness off a penny. City coat-of-arms on the twopenny, Morporkia with her fork on the fivepenny, Tower of Art on the big one-dollar stamp. I was thinking of a tenpenny stamp, too.’
     ‘They look very nice, Mr Lipwig,’ said Stanley. ‘All that detail. Like little paintings. What’s all discount uggs for women those tiny lines called?’
     ‘Cross-hatching. Makes them hard to forge. And when the letter with the stamp on it comes into the Post Office, you see, we take one of the old rubber stamps and stamp over the new stamps so they can’t be used again, and the—’