At about 10:30 tonight there was a knocking on the front door, leading to two thoughts:
- Must get round to fixing the door bell
- Who the hell is that at this time?
Of course I had forgotten that the Godmother had sent an e-mail last week to tell us that Santa was making a delivery between 10:00 and 11:00pm today. She figured, quite rightly, that it was about the only way to guarantee somebody would be in. Mind you, with all the Christmas parties, concerts, dinners, etc. even that is no guarantee for Jayne and I at the moment.
There was a little confusion at first. A delivery chap was asking for a Mrs Conner and Jayne was about to say there was nobody here with that name, when I suddely remembered about the e-mail and legged it up the stairs.
We had been a little worried that there was going to be a case of wine – which we would greatly appreciate but not really drink – but it was a Waitrose hamper: our first ever hamper… full of all sorts of naughty food. And a free newspaper.  Handy. It was the Times, so I did the killer sudoku.
I’m so glad I have started to use the stairs at work. Should help me shed a few pounds before diving into that pile of goodies!
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