I was about to doze off in my sweet, old friend. Old Comfy is my dark brown, plush corduroy easy chair. He's been with me for years. He knows me and I know him. And today had been an especially exhausting day. So right after dinner, I snuggled in with my bottle of Crown Royale, my recently purchased copy of the latest Robert Ludlum novel, and the peace and quiet of a September night in London town.
With a sweet sip of the good stuff, page one. I didn't even get to the first word, when the Westminster chimes of my well-priced doorbell rang.
I went to the door and found nobody there, only a package wrapped in brown paper waiting for me to adopt it as something new of mine.
I have this thing about packages ... I just have to open them ... and when I opened this one, my life did take its turn.