Day 269: Pass the Parcel

A deeply mundane day.  Mostly postal.  A trip to the local parcel office to collect two parcels.  A trip to a slightly more distant parcel office to send three parcels (not all parcel offices will do the sending bit).  My parcels weigh 20.20kgs.  This is possibly the headiest moment of the day. 

I arrive home in time to intercept the postman who is just about to leave a while-you-were-out card.  I get a letter and a parcel.  This afternoon I am under house arrest waiting for a courier to deliver... a parcel.  Three out; four in.  Go, go, go. 

All the parcels are work-related.  Not presents.

If these had been presenty parcels, this would not have been a deeply mundane day.  It would have been a birthday. 

Enough now.