My Latest Parcel

Yesterday I was really quite excited as Postman Maul delivered a parcel....addressed to me! Well, whenever I get a parcel there is usually something good inside.. like Bonios. But old mulligrubs, at the desk above me here, grabbed it quick and whisked it away and left it on the shelf where I can't reach. I spent most of my day watching the box, dreaming of the endless possibilities of what could possibly be inside it. It may have been from my anonymous fan known only as BH7 (must be a bloodhound I have concluded) as Bloodhound 7 always sends me parcels with treats in. So as the day wore on the puddle of dribble grew ever bigger as I contemplated the contents of the box. Come evening time we wandered home, a little earlier than normal and The Owner carried my parcel for me. The excitement was building until we got through the door when The Owner my parcel on the kitchen shelf and shut the door behind him as he went off out! Without me since you ask!!!!! I sat watching my parcel for what seemed like an age until he returned carrying bags of stuff from Sainsbugs. Yes, there were Bonios in the bag which would ordinarily be the cause of great excitement but I wanted what was in the parcel! Eventually, shopping put away and a large glass of sherry poured, he sat down with MY parcel. The excitement was mounting as he got out his trusty old pen knife and set to work finding a way into it for me. There was enough sticky tape to keep an ageing battleship afloat around it but eventually he found a way in. I was beside myself! And no I still don't quite understand what that means, but I was. And inside was.......... electrical switches! How do you eat one of them for heavens sake??? 

I consoled myself with the packing which wasn't quite what I had been imagining to be honest but it did have some giant bubble wrap. I like normal bubble wrap as it makes my tongue feel funny so I thought that giant bubble wrap would have been giant pleasure as I sank my teeth in to it. It went off with a giant pop in my mouth!!! That's what the giant stands for! It scared me so much a little bit of wind came out as I clambered on to The Owner's lap knocking his sherry over as I went. He was very quiet for the rest of the evening as he kept looking at the damp patch, formerly known as a glass of sherry, and sighing a lot and frowning at me a lot too. This morning he is getting very excited about a screw driver that he can't find, I think it best I leave him to it.