He's Got a Custom Continental

I got home last night and found a couple of letters.

One sent me off, and I dealt with it quickly and promptly. Here's a good hint - Don't wind me up without due care and attention. I win my fights.

The other, was a note from the post office to say they couldn't deliver a letter because there was insufficient postage.

I woke early this morning and headed down to the Post Office, and Kenny waved it at me, showed me the first class stamp which was on a fat envelope which most definitely wasn't a "regular letter" size.

I paid the money, put the bouncy envelope in my bag and headed round to Tesco. I haven't sent Tooli a packet since she went back, and she does like a packet. I picked up a couple of wee things, and went back to the car.

When I arrived at work, and before I went in, I picked up the envelope, looked at the writing, didn't recognise it, and ripped it open. Inside, was a bag of crisps, along with a little ripped corner of a jotter saying "Sorry you couldn't get them on Monday".

How I laughed.

On Sunday night, Tooli was skyping me, and said "I'm just nipping out now, to buy milk and bread". I said, "Buy me a bag of crisps while you are there".

And there was my bag of crisps.

They had cost Tooli probably £1.10 between crisps, envelope and stamp, and cost me £2.60 in excess postage, but what they were worth in love exceeded all the money in the world.