Waiting in for a parcel to arrive from the dreaded Amazon, alright I do try and buy locally however I can on occasions be a retail tart and succumb to getting my heart’s desire like... yesterday before I even knew I wanted it nor even knew I couldn’t live without it!?!
If you get my drift on this you are a better woman than I?
Anyway I digress. On the Sunday between Christmas and New Year I was surprised to be informed to expect a delivery, just two days after the order was placed. I hadn’t even requested next day delivery. In readiness for the book I was eagerly awaiting I had put a note beside the door to give to the delivery man in thanks of what must be an awful job at this busy time of year.
Standing at the door was a slip of a girl, beautifully made up with black raven wing false eyelashes, a jaunty bobble hat. A total vision, not at all the usual delivery personage. As I said thank you and went to give her the money she very politely and with thanks refused, saying we get well paid. I tried in my usual subtle
bully-boy tactics to overcome her refusal. She was adamant: she very much appreciated the offer, wished me a happy new year and was on her way.
Well I don’t mind telling you my flabber has never been more gasted.
This is the book... Oh no! I hear my regular three readers groan.
I’ve got it bad, even my son has now been indoctrinated by his old Mum... worrying?
My sourdough starter like some strange deity is beginning to take
over my life...Aaaaaaaaaaah!
Anyway, I can’t hang around chatting to you I have serious sourdough reading to do...