THUMP….

….THUMP went my front door, during a lively online work meeting earlier.
Downstairs I trudged, muttering darkly about irritating interruptions.
 I swear when I opened the front door a sort of misty halo surrounded a laden delivery geezer….it cleared and a heavy box of loveliness was proffered.

Thank you…you know who you are, I think I do, but there was no actual clue in the parcels xx