I hobbled down to the Sorting Office this morning to collect a packet that has waited there since January 6th. My strained back would not let me go until today, it appears fine just now, and so off I went expectantly.
The small box was off the wrong shape to go through a letter box clearly, the weight was minimal, and the plastic around it weighed more than the goods inside. The postage costs also outweighed the purchase price.
Inside I found a bag of Christmas Brussels Sprouts made from chocolate, that is Sugar, Palm Kernel oil, Dried whey (MILK), fat reduced Cocoa Powder, Emulsifier (SOYA Lecithin), Stabiliser (Sorbitan Tristearate), Vanilla Flavouring, as you would expect.
I feel the wait was worth while.
This gift comes from a lass I have known for years and years, I worked with her husband in 1975, probably before you were born, and they returned to Northern Ireland when it was a bit more peaceful where he died during an operation, he never recovered consciousness. All very sad. We had begun to exchange expensive gifts by that time, each Christmas I would send over two tea bags or a sachet of soup to receive by return of post a thin string of Christmas glitter or a broken pencil, they claimed it was OK when it left! Such quality ought to be continued I say. If only all my Christmas folk were that cheap!
In all this I missed the cricket while sipping tea all morning and had to make do with the 'Hits' as Sky calls it. This was not pleasant as England were scoring lots of runs. Most annoying especially after the arrogant way Boris ignored the Scottish MPs yesterday in the House. His attitude merely increases Scots distaste for him and while this may be a 'Phoney War' period it will mount up and catch him unaware. Boris now sits happily as PM surrounded by enemies all of whom carry a knife with which to use on his back as soon as the chance arrives. Yes Mr Gove I do mean you. Soon Boris will be watching more cricket with a new woman or two.
