![Beaut.ie - the Irish Beauty Blog [logo]](/buttons/logo2.png){kind=logo}
The doorbell rang just as I was at the foot of the stairs.
I could see the postman through the blurry glass panel on the door – and he could see me.
All fine except for one thing. I was just out of the shower and dressed only in (very skimpy) bra and knickers I had gone downstairs to get my hairbrush. To make matters worse I was road testing a new Clarins face mask for the Blog. So I wasn’t really in a fit state to be standing there with the door open signing his little electronic gizmo.
In a panic I ran into the sitting room calling out “Will you just leave it beside the door please!”
No answer. Instead he banged on the door. I virtually screamed at him this time “Will you just leave the parcel beside the door!”
I couldn’t find anything at all that might do as a dressing gown/ towel/ modesty preserver and I was damned if I was answering the door to him. What seemed like an eternity passed and just when I was beginning to feel as if he must have gone away…
He banged on the door again. Oh how I began to hate him.
You can imagine what I felt like screaming at him this time. Now I know he wanted me to sign for the parcel, but hammering on the door like that was just taking the piss.
The face mask was lovely by the way – I’ll give it full attention in another post.
I will never go downstairs again without a dressing gown. But I bet you’ve some good ‘caught unawares’ stories – tell all!
add & email 
Before you leave a comment, be aware that we don't allow Beaut.ie to be used by commercial bodies to advertise or promote their products or services. If you think you're worth mentioning, please contact 
![Beaut.ie - the Irish Beauty Blog [logo]](/buttons/logo-base.png){kind=logo}
Hahaha love that story Aphrodite!
Did you have to go to the door and sign for it in the end Aphrodite??
Teehee… I haven’t been caught unawares this way thankfully – how did your story end eh?
Poor you Aphrodite, I would have just hid in the bedroom trying to ignore the knocking and picked it up from the sorting office later!
I sometimes work nights so when the postman comes I’m usually asleep. I usually shriek that I’ll be there in a minute (but the doorbell doesn’t stop ringing) and end up going out in OH’s jumper, pink pyjama bottoms and work shoes (oh so fashionable). TBH though, I don’t mind. Our current apartment is the first one where the postman actually brings the package with him instead of bringing the ready-written ‘sorry we missed you’ slip.
No I didn’t go to the door – I couldn’t! I hid in the kitchen. I bet he was thinking “answer the bloody door what have you got that I haven’t seen before”. Eventually he stuffed a note through the door so I’ll go to the post office to pick up the parcel
Haha – I know the feeling only too well. I normally get the “Sorry did I wake you?” – “No errr…I’ve just been in my pjamas until now (4pm).”
Cringe!
hehe.. morto for you aphro!
i’ve an opposite of that story -
last week while i was walking to the bus, approx 7.40am, i passed the bin lorry in a cul de sac i take a shortcut thro
most of the houses are on the main bit of the road, as was this particular house
this ‘girl’, hair tied back, no make up, looked as tho she’d forgotten to put the bins out the night before and jumped at the sound of the bin lorry.. was hauling her bin out of her driveway towards the bin lorry and all she was wearing was a t shirt
a very short one at that
it barely came to the tops of her legs!
when i realised she was walking and i nearly got to find out whether she was actually wearing knickers.. i had to look away!
not a bother on her walking on the road w her bin and tiny t shirt!!
no shame!
Hee, i’ve answered the door wrapped in the throw from the couch and once in a jacket that i grabbed from the hall stand without realising how short it was….
Both times i was wearing knickers though – there’s no parcel that i want enough to answer the door without those on!
I’ve also done the ‘chasing the bin men with my wheelie bin in my dressing gown’ thing – who hasn’t?
Aha – the throw from the couch! Didn’t think of that!
oh and of course dont forget the hiding behind the door with head peeped around the corner LOL
oh yeah thats what i go for- b/fs tshirt and any kinda pants that are lying around and peeping head round the door lol
Happened this morning!!! My son (5) was up having breakfast and I was just getting out of bed as doorbell rang, of course all previous protestations of “never answer the door if I’m upstairs” were forgotten and he proceed to let postie in. I was at top of stairs in t-shirt and pants just about to put my dressing gown on as postie looks up and says “oh there you are”…………delightful!!
My postie has seen me in all states of undress and mortification. Usually happens when pooch escapes, tears after postman, (barking hysterically to bring neighbours to their windows). I often have to chase her all the way down the hill-happened lately when I was in tiny dressing-gown, bare feet, face mask on, with wet hair. Nice.