A couple of weeks ago, a colleague dropped off a package to my house.
For reasons too complicated to explain, I was convinced it was a fancy packed donut.
Instead of opening it, I just put in the fridge to keep it fresh.
The next day, I woke up and decided there would be no better breakfast than eating that bloody donut, so I opened the package.
Imagine my surprise when I found this:
That’s right, it’s a bloody brilliant Casio Pacman watch.
A watch!!!
Even though it was absolutely freezing, it warmed my heart.
I know … I know … this means I’m double sad.
One, for thinking it was a donut and two, for getting excited when it was a watch basically for 8 year olds – or very, very sad 51 year olds.
But you know what?
I literally don’t care.
Not even a little bit.
So a huge thanks to my lovely colleague PC who got it for me … even though he is basically acknowledging how sad and immature I am.