courtesy of Gridlock Magazine
So imagine my joy when my next door neighbour turned up bearing parcels delivered while I was out (I was making the acquaintance of my rather lovely new Irish optician who reads my eyes like a crystal ball and predicts great misfortune unless I take an iron supplement). Parcels that I did not order!
Parcels are another big happy source. Sometimes I shop online just so I can receive parcels. The amount of dresses that come from Joe Browns owe as much to this love as to comfy pretty clothes.
But mysterious parcels are rare.
I tore into them full of eagerness. Which was a bit embarrassing since at the time I was in the middle of a quotation for a loft conversion, but the salesman shared my enthusiasm so that was ok (this is a big tick for the company!) to reveal wine.
Logic interceded and suggested that this related to my new role as the food and drink writer for Gridlock magazine. But readers, my little mind was near to bursting. I am to be given free things and not only do I get to write about them but my writing will be in a magazine!
They are not to be guzzled in preparation for falling over due to winification but instead are ornamenting the dresser (not for the wine cupboard these special guests) until I've a few more details about the piece I'm to write.
Oh and since I've piqued your interest, here is my wine cupboard.