The medals, he realized, weren’t ugg boots discount outlet all for military service. The Post Office had medals of its own. One was a golden dog’s head, worn by a little man with a face like a packet of weasels.
     ‘What’s this, er . . .’ he began.
     ‘Senior Postman George Aggy, sir. The badge? Fifteen bites and still standin’, sir!’ said the man proudly.
     ‘Well, that is a . . . a . . . a lot of bites, uggs discount isn’t it . . .’
     ‘Ah, but I foxed ‘em after number nine, sir, and got meself a tin leg, sir!’
     ‘You lost your leg?’ said Moist, horrified.
     ‘No, sir. Bought a bit of ol’ armour, didn’t I?’ said the wizened man, grinning artfully. ‘Does m’heart good to hear their teeth squeaking, sir!’
     ‘Aggy, Aggy . . .’ Moist mused, and then memory sparked. ‘Weren’t you—’
     ‘I’m the uggs discount Worshipful Master, sir,’ said Aggy. ‘I hope you won’t take last night the wrong way, sir. We all used to be like young Tolliver, sir, but we gave up hope, sir. No hard feelings?’
     ‘No, no,’ said Moist, rubbing the back of his head.
     ‘And I’d like to add my own message of congratulations as chairman of the Ankh-Morpork Order of Postal Workers Benevolent and cheap uggs online Friendly Society,’ Aggy went on.
     ‘Er . . . thank you,’ said Moist. ‘And who are they, exactly?’
     ‘That was us last night, sir,’ said Aggy, beaming.
     ‘But I thought you were a secret society!’
     ‘Not secret, sir. Not exactly secret. More . . . ignored, you might say. These days it’s just about pensions and making sure your ol’ mates get a proper funeral when they’re ugg boots on sale Returned to Sender, really.’
     ‘Well done,’ said Moist vaguely, which seemed to cover everything. He stood back, and cleared his throat. ‘Gentlemen, this is it. If we want the Post Office back in business, we must start by delivering the old mail. It is a sacred trust. The mail gets through. It may take fifty years, but we get there in the end. You cheap uggs online know your walks. Take it steady. Remember, if you can’t deliver it, if the house has gone . . . well, it comes back here and we’ll put it into the Dead Letter office and at least we’ll have tried. We just want people to know the Post Office is back again, understand?’