For as long as anyone could remember, Lucy had been trotting around the neighbourhood, cheerily delivering residents' mail.
Rarely speaking to anyone, she kept an eye on vulnerable folk and the local area generally. But everyone just took Lucy for granted.
Or so she assumed. One day Lucy received a letter through the post to say that the neighbourhood had nominated her for an MBE, a low-level Honours List award. Lucy was no royalist, didn't think much of the Honours system, but was too polite to refuse. It was a nice day out, but she'd rather have been delivering mail.
Rarely speaking to anyone, she kept an eye on vulnerable folk and the local area generally. But everyone just took Lucy for granted.
Or so she assumed. One day Lucy received a letter through the post to say that the neighbourhood had nominated her for an MBE, a low-level Honours List award. Lucy was no royalist, didn't think much of the Honours system, but was too polite to refuse. It was a nice day out, but she'd rather have been delivering mail.
