What’s in the box? She asked. I couldn’t say he replied. It just arrived in the post.
They sat and drank coffee.
Open it? She said. No wait till Chrismas he replied.
That was three days ago. Now it was Christmas morning. Let’s open it now, she said? After lunch, he said.
Each time they put it off, the tiny Christmas elf in the box got weaker, hungrier, angrier. It had been posted to bestow three wishes. Now it had decided the wishes granted would be its own. It would start by attacking whoever opened the box.
We posted a full size bike (minus its wheels), today. It was a racing bike, but with mudguards so we had to unscrew the back mudguard and twist it tound because it made the bike too long for the box. Then we rotated the handlebars downwards so they didn’t stick out at the side too much (we had tied then at 90 degrees to how they are when you ride) ideally we should have taken off the pedals but we roughly bubble wrapped. So the box is bulging… We also had to take off the saddle. The saddle stem is sticking up a bit so its covered in tape. The whole thing is a bit ramshackle.
Finally we shoved it in the car and drove round into town. We unloaded it out of the and started to carry it 100 yards and round the corner to the post office – which was closed and shuttered!!!!
Grr…. So we drove a few miles to another post office which was open. Bit of a bonus really, the original post office had quoted £30 for next day delivery. But this one quoted £16.50 for second class, arriving next Wednesday. Why not, cheaper and there is no rush.