A Delivery -

A parcel arrived at the house. I have barely moved in so it was lucky I was on a day off and was there when it came. It says ‘Handle with care’, ‘Fragile’, and ‘Food stuff’, so a good thing for it not to be sitting on the step, or worse, returned to the depot.

It is addressed to me and Harriet, so I thought I should bring it over so we can open it together. I know I could have waited for Harriet to come over after work, but any excuse to see her again.

Daisy is standing in the courtyard outside Harriet's workshop door. The grass on each side of the driveway is still lush green but there is now a very old narrow gauge railway wagon on a length of track on the grass. Daisy is carrying a big box parcel as Monty Dog runs out to greet her. — Hi hun, we have a parcel.

Knock knock!
“Hi hun, we got a parcel!”

A workshop scene. There are tools all over Harriet's workbench. Harriet is at the open door and Daisy can be seen outside carrying a large box parcel. Monty Dog is jumping up happy to see Daisy. — Oh! What’s this?

I didn’t know who it was from, and Harriet couldn’t tell either. I think Monty can read the labels saying it is ‘Food stuffs’, his nose seems very happy about that.

Harriet has cleared a little space on her bench as Daisy puts the parcel down. The box has labels on it, the address to Daisy's house, and labels saying 'fragile', and 'Fresh Goods', and 'Handle With Care'. Monty can just be seen sniffing at the edge of the workbench. — Oh wow! Let’s put that on the bench.

Harriet cleared a bit of space and I put the parcel down on her bench. It wasn’t particularly heavy, I’ve had heavier recycling boxes, but it was an awkward size to carry. Still, now my hands were free…

Harriet and Daisy are having a kiss and a cuddle before opening the parcel. Monty is sitting patiently under the bench as his humans have a snog. — Mmmmm… Missed you!

I haven’t snogged this gorgeous woman since this morning!

Harriet and Daisy are lookingat the parcel on the bench. It is a grey cardboard box tied with string. Monty has reappeared at the other side of the bench to have another sniff. — What is it? Who’s it from?

Anyway, phew… where was I?
Oh yes, the parcel. It was tied with string. I mean who ties parcels with string nowadays? You’d think it was sent in the 1920s! Maybe I should have worn a uniform and peaked cap, and got a farthing for my troubles bringing it over! Haha.

Daisy is pulling off the string from the parcel as Harriet helps. — There’s a lot of good reusable string.

We untied the knot and got the string off. Harriet was all for using her pocket knife but I thought that with a bit of effort we could save the string.

Harriet has moved the parcel to the corner of the bench so that she and Daisy cangrab a gold of an end each to lift the lift the lid off. Monty is still bouncing up at the bench in excitement. — It will take both of us.

Harriet moved the parcel to the corner of the bench so that we could both get a grip on the lid. It was a tight fit and took a bit of wiggling to get it off.

Harriet and Daisy have lifted the lid off the box. Monty is running under the bench to get closer to the parcel. — One, two, three, lift!

That’s got it! And off it comes. There seems to be a lot of stuff inside it!

The lid of the box has been flipped up and is obscuring the view of the contents of the parcel. Harriet and Daisy have their arms in the air in astonishment at the contents. Monty still can't see what is in the parcel, but he can smell it. — Oh wow!

This is fabulous! Lots of little boxes and packages! Oh my!

The lid of the box has been placed on the floor and Monty is standing in it looking unamused. — Have a box, Monty.

To get the lid out of the way we gave it to Monty. I don’t think he was impressed. Hehe! Poor Monty.

We can now see inside the parcel. It contains many smaller white parcels, some wrapped with ribbon, some ties with coloured string, all nestled in protective shreds of brown paper. Harriet and Daisy are each holding a small box. Harriet's box is labeled 'Scones', Daisy's box is labeled 'Shortbread'. — Scones! Shortbread!

But look what’s inside! Cake! And shortbread! And scones! And so much more!

Harriet is holding a letter in her hands. Daisy is standing behind HArriet and looking over her shoulder at the letter. — There’s a letter!

Harriet found a letter address to both of us. Hopefully it will say who it is from and why.

Harriet is reading the letter as Daisy snuggles up behind her, arms around Harriet's waist, to read over her shoulder. — Who’s it from?

Awwww…. That is so sweet, and lovely!
It is from our friend, Flo, in Scotland. Harriet made new doors for her house and we went up to deliver them and do some other work for her while there.
She had heard things have been a bit difficult lately, hence we haven’t blogged or used social media much, and so she sent us all this to cheer us up. Thank you, Flo, that is so lovely of you, and so very much appreciated.