The Postlady made a delivery today, a parcel.
Mother, claimed as it was addressed to her, it was hers.
But, I pointed out this, which meant it must be for me...
After a minor tussle, when I had to admit, I required her help opening the said box, this was our first sighting of it's bear contents...
Once I had turned Wallace over, it was obvious he was meant for me - see the name clearly marked on the envelope...
We quickly got a quainted, although his Americanised Scottish accent is a touch differcult to understand...
Then, he showed me his travelling companion - a Friendship Angel with her pup...
They were destined for Mother.
Who is the friend who thought of us both this Christmas time?
Why 'Aunt' BJ!
Many, many thank-you's.
Hugs,
Am tickled