The postman brought my gift on the day it rained heavily. Instead of shoving it in the letterbox, he rang the doorbell.
I was hiding in the wardrobe and was unable to answer, as the wardrobe door was shut. Lynettea found me there when she wanted to thank me.
Fortunately the calendar was dry, as it had been wrapped in plastic, although the end of the parcel was damp.
I was hiding in the wardrobe and was unable to answer, as the wardrobe door was shut. Lynettea found me there when she wanted to thank me.
Fortunately the calendar was dry, as it had been wrapped in plastic, although the end of the parcel was damp.
‘Oh, thank you, Sasha,’ said Lynettea. And she put my calendar on the printer, so we could both see it.
