One of the features of Lockdown, I’m sure you would agree, is the sheer number of delivery vehicles parading up and down our streets as we all turn to on-line shopping to fulfil the needs of Retail Therapy. Quite
a lot of these busy beavers turn up outside our home.
The advantages of deliveries during Lockdown include the fact that nobody expects you to scrawl something
that doesn’t in any way resemble your signature on a tiny tablet and you don’t have to worry about whether you should be tipping the driver because he or she wouldn’t accept your (possibly tainted by coronavirus) coins in any case. The main
disadvantage is the sheer amount of packaging to be disposed of - you need the strength of Tarzan to flatten some of the larger cardboard boxes and don’t get me started on the difficulties of fitting it all into the recycling bin.
In the days leading up to my birthday on Saturday, the number of parcel deliveries arriving at our door stepped up a notch. All my Nearest and Dearest, it seems, had ordered my presents
to be sent direct, a most sensible measure in these Lockdown Days when getting to the shops to buy appropriate gift wrap is more a chore than a joy and when postal deliveries seem to be a little, shall we say, random?
The only problem with this (and, in the great scheme of things it was a small problem) was that I couldn’t really tell which parcels might contain a birthday present and which something else
I had ordered on-line. I couldn’t risk opening a parcel before my birthday and discovering a gift within; I still remember the awful disappointment I experienced one Christmas when I accidentally opened the door to my brother’s bedroom a few days
before the Big Day and saw the bicycle my parents had hidden there, totally spoiling what would have been the most wonderful surprise. You can tell it still rankles with me: I was only ten years old at the time.
I think you will understand, anyway, that this unfortunate childhood experience goes a long way to explain why I left unopened all the parcels which arrived pre-birthday - despite realising there was
every possibility that I might tear open a parcel, all eager anticipation, only to find a couple of ink cartridges or a packet of printer paper inside.
dear friend was celebrating her birthday today though, unlike mine, it was a significant birthday. As in, one with an 0 at the end. Her daughter’s birthday gifts for her arrived in a large box - a true treasure chest of delights. These surprises included
a crown, complete with her age emblazoned upon it (presumably in case anyone forgot) and a magic wand which lit up when waved about. Now there’s a daughter who, like mine, understands the importance of making a birthday magical. Even from a distance.
I heard all about it when I phoned my friend to sing Happy Birthday to her. She seemed to enjoy my tuneful rendition though she did need to ask me to identify myself
when I had finished singing. Presumably she knew it wasn’t Katherine Jenkins at the other end of the phone...
She hadn’t expected to enjoy her Lockdown
Birthday but all her birthday surprises had brought her so much pleasure - each present carefully and thoughtfully planned by her many loved ones.
and delivered, you might say...