I pulled on a t-shirt (yes, I did have something on my bottom half!), and went to the door. The postman was highly amused, and laughed at my appearance - hair sticking up (I need a haircut), about a weeks worth of stubble, and a dazed expression, as is normal when you've been asleep for 14 hours.
The postman thrust a box into my hands, apologised for waking me, and left with a grin. I walked into my flat, and cut the tape holding the box closed. Inside the box were a card and gifts wrapped in tissue paper. I opened the gifts, and was very touched! So, thanks, scruff, you're very sweet!