Just as we all remember the disappointment of our new Sindy ballerina's leg falling off only a day after we liberated her from her pink packaging, so the Boxing Day downers visited my rockpool several days after I shipped my Christmas piece last week.
The Christmas tree I worked night and day making, and on which I spent a fortune to guarantee its next day delivery, spent its press launch appearance languishing in some sorting office somewhere between Norn Iron and London FOR DAYS.
No longer do I view our postal service as a white charger valiantly galloping through rain and hail to get my precious items to their destinations. More as a beligerent old tramp demanding money. The kind that would liberate your wallet and then knock over your picnic with a begrudging grunt.
From now on, I'm picking my delivery service VERY carefully!
So here's a pic of the finished tree. It was happy before it left. Who knows what scars it will bear.......
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