Mid-afternoon. The post lady arrives at the door. '' You've got a parcel. It's from England " she says holding it to her ear and shaking it . '' Sounds interesting ". Angus thanks her. A disappointed post lady , clearly hoping to find out what is in the parcel , lingers briefly on the doorstep then leaves.
Pendulum candles. Swedish Christmas tree decorations. Slip a candle in one end then hook it over a branch. Nothing the Swedes like more at Christmas than lots and lots of naked flames burning on highly combustible surfaces. Our old candle holders have been stored somewhere 'safe' in the Rickety Old Farmhouse . Despite ' the fonts ' best efforts they refuse to reveal themselves. These are the replacements that were ordered in November.
Angus picks up the phone to the retailer to ask why it's taken two and a half months for them to get here when he's paid $45 for Express Delivery. The bored young man on the other end of the phone is unimpressed. '' Sir, I suggest you read the conditions of carriage . We can't be held responsible for delays. Anyway , you certainly didn't specify you wanted them for Christmas ". Angus is about to challenge the illogicality of this statement but the young man has already put the phone down.
Is life becoming more difficult or is this just another sign of my advancing age ?
'' Cheer up " says ' the font ' pointing out that we've got our new candles in plenty of time for this Christmas .