Me neither. But someone at ‘The People’s Post Office’* can.
Babybel’s mum and dad sent us a CD of Babybel. In a jiffy bag, which tends to suggest that the contents need a little TLC.
Someone seems to have folded the jiffy bag. And the CD. Possibly our postie when he put it in the letter box.
Monetary value of a home-burned CD that can be replaced? Pennies.
Emotional value? Enormous. It feels like they have hurt Babybel.
* Note to non-Brits – ‘The People’s Post Office’ is the ‘re-branding’ of what used to be called the Royal Mail. I’m no royalist but since the service was established by Charles 1 in 1635 [ah, the wonders of Wikipedia!] I see no need to bugger around with the name, even if you have buggered around with the service.
Of course my mood is not helped by the weather. This is today’s photo, from about the same place as this one, taken just a week ago. [I didn't lie on the grass to take this one – I'm not completely mad.]
Is it possible to have SAD in the summer as well as the winter?