A nice man comes to my door carrying a parcel. It is from my brother Alan in England.
It is wrapped in brown paper. I do not know if other people have an association between parcels and brown paper, but I do.
The parcel contains a supply of Lapsang Souchong tea that will probably last me a year.
Alan is and always has been the kindest man.
A birthday card from Scotland took 7 weeks to get here. I wonder when Alan sent this package of happiness.