Since lockdown started I seem to have had very little post - and now don't check my postbox every day. Imagine my surprise then, when I lifted the lid yesterday to find a small parcel - addressed by hand, sellotaped across the back - showing every sign of being a gift, or more likely (I thought) I'd ordered something on Amazon and forgotten about. I don't usually forget what I order but right now, when the days all roll into one and deliveries can take much longer than usual, it seemed possible.
Excitedly, I extracted it and tore open the envelope - only to find two specimen bottles and a fat bunch of blood forms, with a note from the rheumatologist asking me to make an appointment at the surgery for tests.
I laughed! So disappointing!