I just checked my mail (not an easy prospect - it involves going down four flights of stairs, then back up) to learn that I had received my first two Christmas cards of the season. One, unsurprisingly, is from my preternaturally considerate friend Carol.
The other is from my neighbourhood garbagemen.
I am a little weirded out here: our garbagemen gave us a Christmas card. Now I feel I have to start throwing out nicer stuff.
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What? No poisoned mail from South American water rodents??? No tales of love, deceit and betrayal whilst trudging downstairs. How sad...
In fact you will note I said "back up" but I didn't say "back up the stairs" which were completely blocked by snarling hordes of South American water rodents, determined to succeed in getting my arm where before they had failed. So I had to go out, climb the conveniently located high spot that is the cathedral, launch a cable across to my window and go hand-over-hand to my apartment whilst amazed tourists snapped photos of my from the streets below. Sorry I forgot to mention that. Your pants dry off from traversing the rice paddy yet?
Uh. I'm not competing with that. I just can't win.
But someday I will write the poem version of my rice paddy escapades, and then you'll see!
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