It was my birthday this week and my brother sent me a gift. A lovely thought, particularly as last year he forgot my birthday....
However.... Because I work full time (which he knows) I got the red "sorry you were out" postcard. I've collected the box this morning (a 20 min walk in the cold) and collected a box of dead flowers.
Look, I'm grateful for the thought, but can't help thinking it's a massive waste of his money and my time. He can find my work address with a simple google. He also knew I'd missed delivery and didn't say "they're flowers, get there sooner rather than later." And I work full time!! I'd love fresh flowers, but get the letterbox friendly ones, or send them at the weekend - or just send a card, that would be lovely too!
I'm probably being vv U, but I'm cold and wet from carrying a box of dead flowers, and I'm also a tiny bit disappointed that the mystery of the red box didn't hold great and exciting treasure (apart from potential chilblains).
My other present was a gift voucher for a shop in deepest Kent - I live in Birmingham....