The language is very old and hymns are quoted as a sustainable life force,... unapologetically, I might add.
The mailman pounded up the stairs and the creaking of the mailbox being pushed to its' brazed seams maximum had Simmy thinking that a parcel was being wedged into it.
Without haste, Simmy read the last page of 'Heidi' and then checked on the mailbox.
"Mmm hmm, as I suspected," she mumbled as she pulled a 2 3/4 inch parcel out of a gap 2 1/2 inches, thus made by the newspaper that was taking up space in the metal mailbox.
She checked the mailing address... "Oh, the electrical box that... has been waiting for," Simmy mumbled as she sent electrician son a text...
Simmy- 'That box from U.K. finally arrived.'
Son- 'Finally! Roy was right. The Royal mail service is not that good!'
'Roy' was also an electrician, who used to live in the U.K., and these two electricians had teamed up to do some volunteer work at their church.
Simmy-... 'a royal pain more apt.'
Son- 'LoL! That's what Roy said.'
Siimmy- 'Cool! Me and Roy have a similar sense of humour.'
Son- 'He laughed when I told him about that Top Gear episode where they race a letter from the bottom tip of the UK to the top and the letter wins! He said the whole time he was there, they were known for extremely slow service.'
Simmy- 'They did that episode precisely because everyone knows the reputation of Royal mail.'
Son- 'They paid them off!'
Simmy- 'Likely!'
'Top Gear' Royal Mail |
After this little humourous exchange Simmy plucked a flower stem out of the bouquet she had purchased the previous week because it had an uncanny resemblance to the blue harebells that finally entice Clara to try to walk after years of being wheelchair bound.
The old milk glass bottle seemed the perfect fit for an old classic.
The electrical box from the UK had arrived in time for the big fund raiser at the church and that was 'Roy'ally good indeed. Great Scott! We're having a fine week.
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