There I was in the office yesterday finishing up all sorts of end-of-the-week tasks. The godsends were busy sending stuff hither and yon, all my colleagues were busy making deals. I was sitting around contemplating royalty statements which as far as I can tell are written in Sanskrit.
Enter Joanna, godsend of the mail. Carrying a LARGE package.
"It's for you," she said cheerfully (well, she's cheerful all the time, in contrast to say, me, who hasn't been cheerful since that whole scandal about my client being chained to a burning lake.)
I listen carefully, but no ticking so I'm thinking it might not be a bomb.
No sulphur, so probably not a flaming bag of dog poop.
Ok, safe to open.
Here's what I found
A very nice wooden box with a bow. I pull the bow carefully (no snap of a grenade being engaged). I open it.
It's chock a block full of delicious choccies. Get this. The box came with its own ice pack to keep it cool! What a treasure trove.
And just when you think it couldn't be any more fun, get a load of this:
That is a candy mouse. With a tail.
I'm here to tell you I was actually cheerful the rest of the day.
I earned bonus points by sharing around the office but I hi-tailed it home damn quick after that with my treasure trove so I can keep it all for me me me.
I have fabulous clients.
There's just no two ways about it.
They write so well it makes my heart sing to read their work.
And they have exquisite taste in treats.
I love this job, I do!