The Postman Rang Once
Tuesday did not start well. Nothing went wrong, I just felt miserable, for no apparent reason. Not even the prospect of doing that bendy shit (see comments here) could lift my mood. And then the postman rang the doorbell. Admittedly this usually means something good, after all, bills don’t come in boxes, do they?
But on Tuesday it turned out to be a very special parcel. There was great excitement in the house, and that was just my 22 year old. So what had arrived?
Find out here