3 May 2013

a delightful surprise

The doorbell rang just before three. That's an odd time, siesta time. I wasn't expecting anyone.

It was the postman, with a parcel.

Even more odd, I haven't ordered anything. It's not my birthday. It's the wrong shape for the prints I am waiting for.

I opened it in puzzled anticipation.


Recent visitors had posted me an extra "thank you" - after our conversation about food, and what I can and can't buy here.

Am I spoilt or am I spoilt? It's...


Today I am grateful for pleasant surprises.

1 comment:

Feijoa said...

woohoo! start rolling chapattis!