His name is Steven. He must be one hundred and ten. He smiles a lot. Even when no-one is looking. He’s that lovely.
This morning, I love him more than most mornings, because this morning he knocked on my door and handed me an armful of pretties, without a single brown envelope or piece of junkmail. I nearly kissed him.
The man could not have known that I am supposed to be in the midst of a marathon cleaning session, when he handed me these lovely packages, now could he? He could not have known that I have the willpower of a demented kitten when I am given the choice between cleaning the oven and settling down with a pot of
So what abundant delights did he deliver this morning?
*A lovely "Kates Paperie" card from Wendy in Scotland (Thank you Sweetie!)
* A copy of "How To Run Your Home Without Help" , I ordered myself from Persephone (Oh do buy from them, if only to recieve their scumptiously vintage catalogue!)
* A surprise copy of the audio version of "Mrs Sharps Traditions" from Germany. (From who, I have no idea, but it is delightful all the same, so thank you!)
* An envelope full of crocheted doillies from one of my polka dottas in America. (Alison Heaven: so thank you, thank you, thank you!)
*And finally, three early Christmas Cards, my Writers magazine, and a long and lovely letter from a subscriber in Australia, including some scrumptious family picture’s, and a long length of pink and white starry ribbon…
Now my regular readers will know that my problems with the post are legendary. How is it possible that I haven’t had any mail for three days, and then all this in one morning? Is it a coincidence, or has dear lovely Steven being storing up a handful of treats to persuade me that there is more to life than scrubbing my kitchen floor???
Oh that snuggle night, may hurry up and arrive, so I can throw off my pinny and collapse in a heap with my lovely surprises, a good bottle of wine and a take-away Chinese…
Life is just too delicious somedays isn’t it?