Rat Wrapping

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellows,

So the Princess had a present for her friend Lovely Tea Jenny delivered to my house so that it would be here nice and early for Xmas, and I could just forward it on nearer to the time.

Today it is nearer to the time. 

But last week the Princess asked me if I could wrap it first. 

"Errrrrr... sure...." I said.

Some people have a gift for these things. Caro, for example. But me, not so much. Nevertheless, I did my best today. As you can see. 

Sorry Princess. It was like a bad round on The Generation Game. 

I was thinking that going to the post office is a bit of a pain. What with the queues and everything. Then I remembered. "Oh hey, I WORK in New Zealand Post House."

Did I tell you this? Kainga Ora is located in NZ Post house. With a post office in it. So I puttered down there, happy as you please at 2pm in between meetings. With NO-ONE ELSE there, and got LTJ's parcel posted in 5 minutes.

When I got home, I told Caro how the Princess had been trying to get me a hedgehog house for my 50th birthday. And that this had been revealed after yesterday's blip. 

Then a thought struck me. 

"Hey! That CAN'T be right! I'm already 50!" I told Caro.

"ARE you??" said Caro. 

"What is WRONG with you people!?" I wailed*.

"Oh well," said Caro. "I forget my own age all the time. I've been telling people I'm 47."

I thought a bit. 

"You ARE 47!" I told her. 

"No I'm not!" 

"You'll be 50 in 2023," I told her. 

"So? I was 48 in January."

"No," I repeated. "That would mean you are 51 in 2023. Which you are not."

"Oh," said Caro. "Shit. I've told everyone at the gym I'm 48. And they all think I look fabulous for my age."

So there you are. Now we have to celebrate Caro's 50th in 2022. Because of the people at the gym.

S.

* This is after Caro forgot my 40th birthday (I was 41) and her mum forgot my 50th birthday (I was 51). And now THIS.