A letter from America

I’ve always had a childlike excitement when it comes to post. Every day I wait eagerly for the sound of the postman carefully trying to wrestle the letters through my rather precarious letterbox – hanging as it does by a single screw.

Although the post normally consists solely of bills, reminders for sight tests, and credit card statements intent on highlighting just how much money I have spent that month on coffee and snacks, I still feel a sense of eager anticipation as I gather the handful of white envelopes up off the dirty tiles. Maybe today will be the day that the postman brings me a long awaited love letter from Colin Firth, or perhaps news that a previously unknown spinster aunt has died and bequeathed me her vast estate, cats and all. But alas, no.

This week though I was rewarded with a package. A squishy brown envelope all the way from California. Now I don’t know anyone in California, so my curiosity was immediately aroused. I tore the package open and out dropped an envelope and a CD. How exciting! I felt like a spy. Would the envelope contain instructions on how to use the CD to download some kind of secret code?


But it was just as intriguing…

“Ciao Slummy Mummy,” it began, “Come stai? My name is Bill, but my artist name is Seamus O’Conner. I was in Italy a couple of weeks ago and the car I rented had this wonderful CD of Italian songs…I hope you might enjoy them, I am giving you a piece of my Italian experience.”

For a blissful thirty seconds I imagined an american artist driving through Italy, thinking of me, moved to spontaneously send me music from the other side of the world. How romantic! Maybe this was better than an unexpected inheritance. And then I read on and heard about his wife. Hmm… that shattered the dream somewhat. Puzzled, I suddenly realised what was going on – it was my parcel from the Secret Post Club! Not an international stalker after all. Boring.

So thank you very much to Seamus O’Conner for bringing such excitement to an other wise fairly ordinary day. Proof if ever any were needed that good things do come to those who wait. So come on Colin, what are you waiting for?



  1. 17 April, 2010 / 4:29 am

    Grazie mille Slummy Mummy. My favorite song on that CD is #6. #5 is a little too rappy for me. I am glad your daughters like it.


    • 18 April, 2010 / 7:29 pm

      They love it! It was such a lovely gift to get, thanks again x

  2. Lucy
    17 April, 2010 / 8:46 am

    hahaha! I love it!

  3. 17 April, 2010 / 3:35 pm

    In my house we fight over who gets the post, its a family pastime. Oh thanks also for making me sing The Proclaimers all day!

    • 18 April, 2010 / 7:29 pm

      Bonus of being a single mum – I get all the post :-)

  4. 23 April, 2010 / 3:58 pm

    ooh lucky you pity about the married part – the thing is it is only a matter of time before your fantasy becomes reality and you get an international stalker from someone who is fabulously wealthy and single who also likes the simpler things in life like bacon sandwiches – hey we can all dream!

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