Locked out

Opening the door, Sandry found no one there, but could see a back of a postal van behind a bush at the end of the garden. She also noticed, sticking out of the letterbox, a red "sorry we missed you" card, saying the postman tried to deliver a parcel but no one was home.

"No, you didn't!" Sandry muttered, stepping out onto the path to catch up with the postman and get the delivery.

She made it halfway down the garden before the van started up and drove away. Sighing, Sandry turned back to her house. The front door was closed, so she felt at her pocket for the key.

She had no pockets, she was dressed only in her thin striped pyjama trousers and a pink vest.

"Oh, cripes." Sandry exclaimed.