Good things come in small packages…
Last week we came back from Stockholm, having been told to expect a small package, the contents of which could be used practically or decoratively. Whatever that might have meant. We got home really late – having tried to stay in Stockholm as long as possible. That meant the note we got telling us that our neighbour had the package was no good (he is pretty old, and so we didn’t really want to wake him up).
The next day we did get the package, and it’s funny how sometimes the smallest things can change your sense of how your day went. Can any of you think of a more appropriate gift than this one?
Photo by PJD, of his left hand, taken on his phone with his right hand.