We've been out most of the morning pricing up carpets for a bedroom and the stairs/landing (*note to self - sell one of the children to pay for the carpet*) and when we returned there was a parcel on the doormat.
"What the frig have you been buying from eBay now?" asks he.
"Erm... nothing, love," replies me (whilst racking my brains to try and remember if there is anything I have ordered recently).
He wanders off upstairs, mumbling away to himself and I inspect the parcel. I notice a code on the bottom right hand corner of the address label and smile...
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"It's my Secret Post Club parcel. Stop panicking!" I yell up the stairs.
I have a quick grope of the parcel and try and work out what it is but there are no clues. When I open it, I find that the inner packet is also wrapped in the most beautiful purple paper which has now been stashed for another occasion *innocent face - it's recycling*
In the purple paper is a book and a postcard. On the postcard is written the following:
Hey look - I got you for my very 1st Secret Post.
I found this in our local charity shop & further to our communication on my blog - it had your name written all over it.
Hope you enjoy it,
aka Celestial Mother
and here is the book:
So nostalgic, so poignant and probably the most appropriate month for me to receive this given everything else that's going on in my life at the moment. I'm going to have a read of it in the bath and then it is going on the shelf with all my other "favourite" books in readiness for when my grandchildren are old enough to appreciate the magic of Enid Blyton.
Thank you, Becky - it's just perfect.