The Wrong Package

Rushed to the post office collection depot last Monday expecting to collect a package containing the first draft of Beastly London. But, very disappointingly, the said package was from a PR company - I was not amused. Left said package on kitchen workstop and glared at it every time I passed it. 'What a waste of my time, collecting that,' I thought. Said package then started to really annoy me, just because it existed, so I ripped it open... just before planning to deposit contents in the bin.

Sometimes, sweet things come in packages from PR companies - quite literally. A chocolate horseshoe and a bucket full of apples and carrots (sweets and chocolates); I softened. But what was this all about? #DancePonyDance apparently.

It all became clear a few days later when this appeared on the TV. I dare you not to soften too!