It started sometime last week. To be honest, I don’t recall the day, but a parcel was delivered to my front door by our local postal service delivery lady.
I wasn’t expecting anything, but sometimes I do receive unexpected surprises – some nice, some wanting free promotion and publicity and are totally irrelevant to me, my family and what I do and some highly appropriate and much appreciated. Some contain cooking appliances (hurrah!) and others are not for me (boo hoo 🙁 !)
This looked like any ordinary parcel except that it had the words “NO BOYS ALLOWED!” written on it.
Well, ok then.
The number ‘2’ in a circle threw me a bit, but I opened it anyway. Come on – it was a