Ho ho..NO. It's Spring you evil bastards, no sane person needs a Christmas catalogue just yet, especially such shoulder-crushingly heavy ones. But since when has sanity meant anything? For two days this week (that's MAY) I had to look at Santa's jolly red face (mine was red but not so jolly) as the Spring sunshine burned down on my nerve torn back.
I hoped to hit a cat on the other side of the door (or some other beloved soft pet ) as I stuffed the glossy bricks through letterboxes (it's a small comfort) but it was not to be. I think one may have broken a pensioner's plant pot but they can reorder that in time for Christmas.
skip to main |
skip to sidebar
irregular postings from the postal front line
Posts
