by Bronwyn Jameson
I have just returned from the Post Office. I knew I had parcels to collect, thanks to the notice card in our roadside mailbox. I didn't realise how many parcels until I fronted the counter and our postmaster gave me a raised eyebrow look and asked if I'd brought along a porter.
I was glad I hadn't brought along my resident porter, actually, because there are some things he doesn't need to know. Such as when one goes a little crazy with the long weekend internet shopping. Oops.
In my defence, these purchases do cover gifts for Mothers' Day, a wedding and a birthday. And I did save fuel and time by shopping from home. But obviously there is some guilt attached to this shopping expedition or I would not feel this compulsion to confess.
So, my friends, what do you have to confess? If not a retail blowout, have you been over-indulging in the chocolate cake or the salted caramel department? Have you been reading or browsing the online mag's instead of getting your pages done? Is your Kindle so weighty with new purchases that you're having trouble lugging it around?
Come on, 'fess up. I really really hope I'm not alone here…