A little while ago my gorgeous friend, Anne sent an email to say watch out for the postie.
I was intrigued, as it’s not my birthday. I assumed The Royal Mail (British Post) would be its usual efficient self, but given the state of Australia Post’s delivery service now, I knew not to hold my breath in anticipation there of, and must confess it slipped my mind. However! The Golfer headed out the door (for “a quick hit”) yesterday, but rapidly returned and literally threw a small parcel onto my lap.
Of course, I can’t wait to finish the socks currently on my sticks! To that end I stayed up way past bed time last night and am halfway up the foot of the second sock – might get them done tonight.
Thank you, dear Anne! I’m delighted. (And I get a bit of green spotty ribbon to boot!). For those of you fortunate enough to live in the British Isles, here’s a link to West Yorkshire Spinners