This morning whilst preparing to go to work (obviously, about 30 minutes later than I should have been) there was a knock at the door.  I bounded up the stairs, muttering swearwords about who would be disturbing my preparations, and was greeted upon opening the door by none other than a Royal Mail delivery man.  He was holding a parcel with my name emblazoned across the front, and requesting a signature.

That’s right readers… A PARCEL WAS DELIEVERED IN LONDON, AND SOMEONE WAS ACTUALLY AT HOME TO RECEIVE IT!

I’m so overcome with excitement that I’m having trouble thinking of a suitable way of celebrating this once-in-a-lifetime occasion.

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