A Package Arrives!

A few months ago, one bright and sunny Sunday morning and quite out of the blue, my mobile rang:

‘Moo Moo’ (for my ringtone is derived from the multifaceted works of the mighty Justified Ancients of Mu Mu (aka KLF))
‘Moo Moo’
‘Hello, Old Heatonian speaking’
‘Funk, there’s a package been delivered for you up at the Kings’

Intrigued, and more than a little excited, considering that Sunday was a strange day to be receiving packages anywhere, let alone the local hostelry.  I quickly paused the V+Box (on which I had been viewing the previous days Saturday Kitchen, in search of inspiration for tasty tidbits), left the house and fired up the Funkmobile.  On the way, I wondered whether the whole thing may have been a cunning ruse, designed to get me in to the pub a little earlier – perhaps the barstaff were in need of company? 

Nevertheless, mere minutes later I was settled comfortably at the sewing tables, with a lovely lovely Stella fizzing merrily in front of me, as I considered the large, thickly stuffed brown envelope I had been handed on my arrival, the assembled throng of a majority of the Grumpy Club eagerly anticipating its contents…

To be continued