I just had a delivery from my FedEx man.
It’s pouring with rain. And it’s pitch black. But this guy is still smiling.
He helps me with the boxes. And points out that some the boxes aren’t very strong.
I sign the gadget thing with my signature and I ask how it was all going?
He said apart from one, all of it was under control.
He said it was from the Welsh gold centre, and so he knew it was someone’s Christmas present. But he had tried for 3 days to find the address.
He had tried directory enquiries. He had Googled it. But just couldn’t find the address.
So on his day off tomorrow, he had decided to knock on every door in the village until he finds someone who knows the person.
I guess the real gold is him, not the packet he is delivering.