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Shower, Interrupted

23^rd May 2025

I was in the shower washing my hair when I heard a knock at the door, followed by Xena rushing down the stairs barking excitedly. I tried to quickly rinse my hair (bad idea in hindsight), dashed to put on my dressing gown and then downstairs to answer the door.

The delivery man asked, ‘Did I disturb you?’

‘No,’ I remarked, ‘I was just lying on the sofa watching TV.’

Unfazed, he said, ‘I need a security code from you.’

At this point, the suds, loosened by the rinse, had begun to trickle into my eyes. I fumbled around to find my phone and then the email with the code. I kept wiping my eyes with the sleeve of the dressing gown, but it did little to help.

I squinted to see the number, and it felt like I was taking an eye test. ‘Six,’ I said, ‘and I think that’s a three… That looks like a B…’

‘It’s numeric,’ interrupted the delivery man.

‘Erm… It could be an eight…’

He grabbed my hand, turned it towards himself, looked at the parcel, and asked, ‘Is this [address]?’

‘No,’ I replied, wiping more suds from my eyes. ‘It’s [my address].’

‘Oh, sorry,’ he sighed, walking away. ‘I’ll leave you to it.’

It was at that moment I realised I wasn’t even expecting a parcel today.

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