My covid supplies dropped in yesterday - we have a porch (other vehicles available) so Mr, Mrs, Miss, Mzz Posty (other identifying proto nouns available).
So, Vitamins B, C, D, some calcium, magnesium, zinc, a case of merlot, a bag of fresh turmeric to make turmeric tea, some leaflet advertising, in glorious technicolour, a wide range of disgusting so called food products that are probably cooked in someones garage and delivered directly to your door by some hygienically bewildered spotty youf on a bicycle that he/she or it nicked the other night. Oh! And a parcel by the now newly invented lean against the door (even if it’s chucking it down with cats and dogs and frogs and locusts), ring the bell and run away. I can’t tell you what is in the parcel it’s a secret.