As well as my new Tommy Smith CD my friendly postie also delivered a couple of “personalised invites” to us! A5 sized and printed on the finest recycled flimsy card known to man.
I don’t know anyone getting married in the near future and no one that I know of has “landmark” birthdays coming up. What could it be?
Alas my initial excitement was ill founded. It’s simply my four yearly invite from the presiding officer to cast my vote in the forthcoming “choose-the-least-offensive-jobby-from-a-big-pile-of-jobbies” contest.
That reminds me – it’s May that I get my septic tank cleaned.
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