A delivery van pulled into our little cul-de-sac yesterday.
"It looks like Paul is getting anoter delivery," commented Marilyn. Paul lives alone and I think his hobby is ordering on-line. All the local delivery drivers know his place well.
But, the driver ignored his place and came to our door, handing Marilyn a mysterious box.
"Have you been ordering from Temu again?" she grumbled, but I was as bemused as she was.
It wasn't a big box and, when I opened it, all it contained was a knife, a fork and a spoon, all with rather fat handles. The penny dropped. They must have come from Aged Care, following my appointment last week. I remember we had talked about how I was having some difficulty with normal cutlery. Clearly, Kaia had made a note and followed it up. How nice!
I've racked my brain to think what else we identified as being on my wishlist. I remember an electric lift chair, a bed that lifts up to help us get out and a four-footed walking stick. I'll look forward to seeing what the next delivery van brings.
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