I woke up this morning with a brilliant (if I do say so myself) idea brewing in my noggin. This idea was so great that it basically saw me out of bed before the day developed into afternoon-ton, which is really quite spectacular.
The idea was that I would create a gift for my lovely man-muffin, that I could then post to him at University, and he'd get it and be surprised and amazed and hopefully amused. (Though I shan't go into great amounts of detail in case he stumbles across this before it arrives...) I slaved away for at LEAST half an hour in order to create my masterpiece, and then realised the one fatal flaw.
If I planned to post it to him, how on earth was I going to go about doing that? It's flat, but can't be bent, so an average envelope is out of the question, and I've had strict instructions that parcels are a pain in the arse so to avoid sending them at all costs... This stupid flaw in my method made my excitement deflate a little, but I managed to come up with a reasonably sensible solution. I put it between two sheets of card and then used one of those bubble-wrap envelopes and simply wrote "do not bend" on it.
I know, I'm a genius.
After all this, the plan was back in motion and I went to go post it.
(Ignore that the post box looks like a penguin in disguise.)So with a SECOND flaw in my plan, I had to resort to the unthinkable.
I went inside the post office.
*dun dun dunnnn* #dramatic music
I am currently in the process of writing a letter to the council suggesting that they make GIANT post boxes so that I am never inconvenienced again.
