Fiddle!

So if you've read my last post you'll know I planned to go for a walk with Husband and Toby this afternoon.

That was before I read the email that said my parcel would be delivered between 2 and 4. 

So Husband took Toby and I stayed in and pottered. At about 3 my parcel turned up. The postwoman said, "Careful, it's quite heavy." 
"Yes, it would be," I said. "That's what happens when Grandson wants a skateboard ramp for Christmas."

With parcel safely delivered I felt free to go and do some gardening at the back of the house.

Now I've just finished gardening and come in to an email that says, "We tried to deliver your parcel but you were out."

On closer inspection I discover the parcel I received wasn't the parcel I was expecting at all.

The fact that the parcel I was handed wasn't actually heavy at all - the postwoman obviously mistook me for a fragile old lady - should have been a clue. Now a skateboard ramp should be heavy.

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I sorted out my bottom drawer, desk drawer that is. It was stuffed full of envelopes and writing paper, and I could never find what I wanted. 

It's still stuffed with envelopes and writing paper but there is order in there now. I'm not quite sure how I have acquired so many envelopes. No, actually, I do know. Some came from when I was briefly a home type-setter - do they still have those? - and the rest are from deceased Uncle's desk.

And some are a result of my compulsion to take envelopes from hotel rooms. It can't be stealing as they put them there for you to use.

Which means I have to post a photo or two from our Vietnam holiday.

I have never been as hot and sweaty in my life as I was at this point

On the route between north and south this was a crucial point during the war

It's now a popular site for wedding photos

Ha Long Bay