Upon arriving home from work earlier, I found I’d had an unexpected delivery, Dear Reader…
*What? No, not a baby, Clicky! How the fuck d’ya arrive at baby?*
*No, I know how to arrive at a baby, Clicky… /splutters… Just shut up will ya and let me tell the story…*
…A care package had come in the post from my good friend Poppy Sweet Pea…
*/sings… Sweet peas are made of these… /shakes head… Clicky! What’s with you tonight? Got fun up your ‘ole tonight or sumfing?*
… A neatly packed cardboard box that Loopy had helpfully opened. It was filled with good things – homemade ‘Bounty’ bars, German nougat, treats for the pup, South Korean face masks, a *cries with laughter* cup …
*… cuddly toy… NO! Clicky, not a cuddly toy, for goodness sake…*
… And some heavenly scented bath wotsits, one in the shape of Dave…
*Yeah, it’s a good story… Like the rest of the tales in The Underdog Anthology…*
“Oh my god,” I said biting into a properly sized chocolate and coconut sweetie. “This is delicious! I’m gonna have to make something now to send back.”
Thoughtful Man laughed. The idea must have tickle him because he carried on laughing.
Loopy, who’d been hovering around the box of goodies, gingerly sniffed at the smelly flamingo – he’s at that awkward teenage, allergic-to-baths stage. “You can always make her a sandwich,” he suggested helpfully.
“A sandwich? I can’t make her a sandwich!”
“Oh,” Loopy said dropping the flamingo back in the box. “Well, can you make me one?”
*I’ll have to think of sumfing, Clicky…*
I am now going to try out one of the face masks, Dear Reader, so I’ll CYA…