Parcel

We picked up a car club car in order to do some v tedious chores - e.g take some stuff to the dump recycling centre and visit the Royal Mail sorting office to collect a parcel they'd pretended they couldn't deliver the week before Xmas. I wasn't going to try that re-delivery mullarkey after the last time, that left us without an internet router for several days.

As expected, it was a parcel of eatables from Orkney, a gift from P & S. The label said "Perishables - open immediately", but luckily the only perishable seemed to be this cheese, safely entombed in plastic.