“Knock, knock, knock”
I opened the front door to find a young man carrying two large cardboard boxes, both taped up with colourful blue sticky tape with www.iwoot.com printed on it. Well that’s a nice surprise, I thought to myself, someone has sent me a birthday present. I took the packages, signed for them on the young man’s handheld computer, and deposited the boxes in the lounge before going into town for a meeting.
Upon my return I opened both packages, only to discover that what was inside was not quite what one would expect.
One package contained a clock disguised as a set of books, which was a cool present from my little brother, Peter. The other was a chocolate cake. A chocolate cake? Who would send me a chocolate cake in the post? To add to the mystery, the packaging itself was truly monumental – the outer box was 37cm square and a good 17cm tall, inside which was another box in stripy wrapping paper, measuring slightly smaller (29cm square), and inside that was the cake, tucked away in a corner, hiding in packing material. The cake tin itself was a mere 10cm across, hardly the sort of dimensions that would require such a large set of boxes.
The answer to all this came when I inspected the documentation that came with the parcel, which showed who had sent it and to whom it was sent to, neither of whom I recognised. It would appear that I had been sent the cake in error, because I have no knowledge of a Maria Hartnell, my last name is not Hardy, and I don’t live in Staines. It would appear, therefore, that I have received a bonus present this year in the form of a lovely chocolate cake.
Pictured above is the cake in its boxes, with packaging removed to show more clearly the differences in size.
I have e-mailed www.iwantoneofthose.com to enquire whether or not I am allowed to keep the cake.