The mystery of the unexpected Parcel.

It was a quiet morning in the town of Ormskirk and the Atok family was out. So the postman, Mr Postie, left with Tyson (the dog servant)  a lovely postcard from gphigirl (ravlery name). It had a very nice picture of Atlanta and the knitter explained on the back of the card that this was her workplace view. 

Ormskirk is a village like
St Mary Mead at times

There was also one other interesting piece of post and this was the noticed by the mistress of the house, Madam Kota Atok, when she returned to the house after running errands in the city. It was a red and white printed slip that provided the information that Mr Postie had a parcel which was too big for the letter box and could be collected for the local regional sorting office.

The official postal slip

The mystery of the slip was who was sending the Atoks a parcel.  They were not expecting anything in the mail.   So with the company of Master Rh, Madam Atok visited the regional sorting office to collect this parcel.  It was an interesting package as Master Rh required two hands to carry it and other than the address there was no other indications about who had sent the parcel or what it contained.

A Brown paper parcel

Master Rh was concerned about opening the package early as he postulated that this could be an item for Monsieur Kota since it was directly addressed to him. So Madam Atok was made to wait and wait and during this time her little grey cells postulated a range of solutions and hypotheses about the contents of the parcel.

Madam and Monsieur Atok

Monsieur Atok returned from his deliberations at the local university and considered the parcel on his desktop. After inspecting the parcel he peered over the top his prince nez and declared to his wife... "I think you should open this parcel yourself".

It was a parcel inside a parcel as it had two layers of wrapping. After battling the packaging which had an excessive amount of brown paper and bubble wrap Madam Atok was left pondering a cardboard box with a label from the Schacht Spindle Co Inc. The logo had a picture of sheep milling together.

Opening the box there was a jumble of parts and number of explanation booklets.

The confusion of parts inside the box

Following the instructions pedantically Madam Atok unravelled the mysterious parcel contents and discovered that it formed a wondrous object called a Cricket Loom.

Instruction Manual

Madam Atok deduced that this parcel had been organised by her lovely husband as a birthday gift for her.

One Skein of handspun Gorse honey
on the spindle.

She methodically followed the instructions and after a couple of hours she had her first sample of work from this lovely gift.

This is an addictive activity.

I hope that you have enjoyed this post in the style of Agatha Christie. It is her 120th Birthday and as a bunch of Poirot and Marple fans the family are celebrating her birthday which is so close to mine. Even Google is getting into the Birthday celebration with a doodle logo on its home page.

Lovely Chocolate Cake yummy.

I must say Happy Birthday to another knitting Virgo, Christine from Knits in the City, who shares the same day as the famous mystery writer. It is a busy week at knit night for the birthday greetings this week.

Hey Mr Postman! and the ParcelForce Saga.

I have been waiting for the post for about 8 weeks now. There have been things on their way to me for longer than that and I am not known for a supreme amount of patience. I am patient to a point - and that point is not far from the end of my arms.

Have you got a parcel for meeeee pls?

The mail man knows it has been bad.  I have been mugging him each day and he knows that I am waiting for some parcels.  I got a tada this morning and he waited to see what it was. Sorry mate it is some yarn I was waiting for this but it is not the super super dooper package that I am really really waiting for.  You know the one that you are burning up with desire for.....

Tada here is your parcel

The other thing besides the mail is I have been waiting for my Webs order.  Order was done back in late June. I had hoped that it would be here before we left in August but that was blown out of the water. I got the letter when we came back saying I had to pay some import duty, did that and organised a delivery day with Parcel Force.  The delivery day was last Friday 27th August.

As it was a no show, I got onto the blower on Monday to the depo to say oi where is my package and they advise it is not in the depo.  What do you mean not in the bleep bleep depo...  So I have been on the phone each day this week and the gang in the depo all know me.. The address, surname and the australian accent... I don't even have to say the details I just have to open my gob.

So today the package had been found and was scheduled to come out to me between 11 and 2pm.  No sodding sign of it. I gave it to 3:30pm to find out where is my parcel.....  Phoned the depo it was delivered at 2:05pm - no it sodding was not cause I have been here on the door stop waiting waiting waiting for it....

I love my Postie but hate Parcelforce.

One quivering depot clerk who has learnt the lesson of never upsetting a fibre addict waiting for their fix - Ok Mrs C I will call the driver and find out what he did with your parcel. It turns out he delivered it 10 doors down the road to the light shop.. A quick leg up the street to the light shop. Thankfully the parcel was there and they had not opened it I could see the light shop man going WTF these are not globes or fittings.

Now I have to find the camera to flash the recent stash addition.