Author: Matt Cain
Published in May 2021
Category: Contemporary, Fiction, Romance, LGBTQ+
Albert Entwistle is a private man with a quiet, simple life. He lives alone with his cat Gracie. And he’s a postman. At least he was a postman until, three months before his sixty-fifth birthday, he receives a letter from the Royal Mail thanking him for decades of service and stating he is being forced into retirement.
At once, Albert’s sole connection with his world unravels. Every day as a mail carrier, he would make his way through the streets of his small English town, delivering letters and parcels and returning greetings with a quick wave and a “how do?” Without the work that fills his days, what will be the point? He has no friends, family, or hobbies—just a past he never speaks of, and a lost love that fills him with regret.
And so, rather than continue his lonely existence, Albert forms a brave plan to start truly living. It’s finally time to be honest about who he is. To seek the happiness he’s always denied himself. And to find the courage to look for George, the man that, many years ago, he loved and lost—but has never forgotten. As he does, something extraordinary happens. Albert finds unlikely allies, new friends, and proves it’s never too late to live, to hope, and to love.
Albert Entwistle is a Lancashire postman living a quiet life, not engaging in any depth with his work colleagues or the people on his round who really don’t know anything about him. His only companion is his cat, Gracie. The days pass by pleasantly enough for Albert with his usual routine.
Albert loved his job and it came as a huge blow when, a few months before his 65th birthday, he received a notification of mandatory retirement. Although he knew it was inevitable, Albert had tried not to think about it and so was still unprepared when the letter arrived. Not having his job would be a huge blow, and what would he do all day, everyday? It’s not like he had a social circle.
Albert held on to the mantlepiece to steady himself. This couldn’t be happening.
I can’t stop working. How can I carry on being me if I’m not a postman?
He looked at the letter again but there it was, in black and white – notice of his compulsory retirement.
He remembered how reassuring he’d found his routine today, as he did every day. He remembered arriving at work that very morning, secure in the knowledge that today would be the same as every other day.
How wrong he’d been.