We had a knock at the door...

We had a knock at the door this morning at 7. It was a delivery man from waitrose.
I told him we hadn't ordered anything.
He read out the address on the docket. It was ours.
I told him we hadn't ordered anything.
He read out the name on the docket. It was my lasses sister.
Curious. What a weird mistake to make, to put our address by accident not her own, I thought.
I looked at the groceries. They were all the practical things you would need on the day you bring your new born home. Nappies, cotton wool, baby wash,baby lotion etc. All presents for us.
How great is that? What a present.
I've had a smile on my face all day.