Irony
Earlier this week a neighbour brought a card around that had been put through their letter box; it was to collect a parcel from the local Post Office. As they hadn't ordered anything to be delivered they phoned the postmaster who told them that the parcel was for me.
It turns out that Parcelforce in their wisdom had decided that my house number, clearly typed on the label, is 7 instead of 28! The parcel contained two chrome worktop legs for the conversion I'm doing to the bedroom recently vacated by my eldest daughter.
Now, you may be saying to yourself: "There's nothing remotely interesting or funny in that", but there is a certain irony in a paraplegic going to the Post Office to collect two new legs!
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Reminds me of the film “Sleepless in Seattle”, except in your case it is “Legless in Thurlaston” (in the nicest possible way of course).
Now you can finish your den off and get organised
“there is a certain irony in a paraplegic going to the Post Office to collect two new legs!”
I think that’s the funnest thing I heard in a long while Phil.
I Like the looks of the smoked fish too. keep up the great post’s Brother.
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Way too funny, you just made my day.
I can see you tooling along there at your best possible speed through the ash cloud gail force winds to arrive at said destination to only to have to pull yourself up to see over the counter and in a high pitch voice state; what took you so long