Sitting on the loo this morning, at about thirty minutes past seven, I was rudely lulled out of dreams [what with still being half asleep] by a pounding at the door.
*bash bash bash*
[we don’t have a doorbell, yet]
I thought it might be the lovely furniture deliverers with our flat-packed MFI bedroom goodies. Nope, it was a post-lady, dashingly dressed in an orange helmet. And she went one step better than bedroom goodies, of the furniture-astical sense.
She handed me a parcel. From those lovely people at Amazon. This was impressive since the e-mail I received on Thursday claimed that the items would be dispatched next Tuesday at the earliest. It would have been even more impressive if it had contained the next Harry Potter but even the pixies at Amazon had difficulty with that one.
I shall be delving into the heady delights of Lamb: the Gospel According to Biff, Christ’s Childhood Pal as soon as I’ve poked my head round the bedroom door and checked on The Blokey [who puts together flat-packed MFI bedroom goodies as we speak]. Then again, I may put my Gosh-Golly-Wow hat on and ponder the other book in the parcel … Heavy Words Lightly Thrown, the Reason Behind the Rhyme. An understanding of the truth behind both fairy stories [Red Riding Hood being more about young girls being enticed away by strange men than about grandmothers being eaten by wolves] and nursery rhymes [so, why exactly is Jack & Jill about the loss of virginity?] is something that has fascinated me since I partook in such studies whilst on my primary education course many, many, years ago.
I hope I like my flat-packed bedroom goodies when they’re not flat-packed anymore.
I learnt today that 9.30am Saturday morning shopping is the domain of Old Folk. Forget this at your peril. It’s terrible that Saturday mornings exist. Even if they do bring the delights of old New Romantic style Dr Who episodes.
I must go and sob. Why Mary?
please God bless my new bedroom goodies that they may hold all my odds and sods securely and lovingly xxx Elsabeth