This morning, my postman Dewey, rang the bell wanting a signature.

I assumed it was some registered letter or something equally as dull. It wasn't. It was a parcel, for me, the contents of which, were a surprise.

I'd forgotten it was coming, but I knew there was a surprise parcel on the way. It was coming all the way from Merry Olde Englande, from my dear friend John.

It was such a well wrapped parcel, including more brown paper than I've seen in years, that I thought I'd share it with you. I remembered, as I opened it, that he had warned me that what had started as a simple single purchase, had turned into a work of art.

Condimental

Thanks John, for such a fine range of very British condiments! The HP Sauce is especially welcome!

I think someone needs to check the copyright on "Condimental", as it sounds way too much like a Pet Shop Boys album.