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Sammie

Guardian of the tickle trunk

Am I old-fashioned in thinking that everyone loves to get a surprise parcel in the mail?  I was recently accused of being such after I decorated a plain parcel with shiny stickers of snowmen and old-time Santas. How tacky! I shrugged it off and walked proudly into the Post Office where I was told I would have to remove the carefully knotted twine – it is no longer permitted to secure a package with string. Heaven forbid it tangled in the machinery and stalled her majesty’s postal service! Christmas would have come to a grinding halt until it could be unsnarled … all of those fruitcakes left moulding in their tins, the first two months of the new 2011 calendars going to complete waste, and the new babies of the year would be wearing their kindergarten graduation mortarboards long before Nanny’s hand-knitted bonnets ever got to grace their little heads. I wouldn’t want all that on my conscience! For a while I thought it might be time to give up sending parcels altogether. But instead I scaled them down to plain brown paper wrapped boxes (now that has connotations). After all, it’s really the content that matters; the updated family photos, the surprise solar-power gadget to fit in one’s pocket, the showy wrapping, or the carefully chosen book or googaw. And that’s what I want my Blog to be like; a parcel come in the mail. You’ll never really know what’s in it. A reminiscence, a lecture, a selection of photos, or perhaps a poem. After all, I never know from one day to the next what costume I’ll be wearing. It could be a painter’s smock or a carpenter’s apron. I might be a sailor or a wordsmith.  So, just like checking your mailbox, some days there will be nothing but cosmic dust but occasionally, on those rare days when I wake up and know exactly who I am, there will be something to open and read or view. I invite you to share my eclectic world.

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