Younger Son wanted me to send him his driving licence so he can drive the diving school's van around Ibiza. I was on my way to the Post Office when I thought I should put a little something in with it, a little something being two packets of Skittles (small fruity chews). I'd got it all packed up when I thought, 'What if the customs men think this looks suspicious, open it and lose his licence?'
So I sent two separate packages.
I explained to the PO lady and asked if the skittles would cause a problem. 'No, they don't even need a customs declaration,' she said. Then she asked, 'How old is your son?'
She laughed then said, 'I don't know why I'm laughing; I'd be doing exactly the same.'