My Swedish blogging friend (many of you follow her) recently spent 3 months in Peru with her boyfriend Martin, who was carrying out an apprenticeship with a world-class restaurant in Lima.
During this time she let me know that she’d tried at home to get a copy of ATLMD and failed miserably. In fact, as a couple more reviews appeared, she gave vent to a bit of a whinge, that wasn’t anything LIKE as loud a one as I can make when I want to ! 😉
So I had her give me her address and posted one off to her, as she had left in place a direction to her PO to forward any mail to her revered ma.
Weeks passed and the bloody parcel turned up here again !
Katarina then went home, and was able to ascertain that this unhappy event had occurred because what they hadn’t clarified to her was that only LETTERS would be redirected – not parcels. I can only add that the Swedish postal system sounds just like ours (which is in the last stages, currently, and about to be privatised. Our guvmint is one that believes in privatising anything that moves).
So I sent it again, newly packaged because a postal arsehole had scribbled all over the original packaging in biro, a pox upon him/her !
And this-morning I find among my comments a link to an Instagram photo, which has given me such pleasure that I can only share it with you.
Maybe it’s because I’m ancient beyond description, but I find this picture of a beautiful young woman looking happy at having my book in her hands simply wonderful !