9.30 am.

I am Jonah, swallowed by the duvet, swimming in sweet slumber.

Buzz.

Hmmrgh...

Buzzz.

Hmmmmmrrgh...

Buzzzzzz.

I open my eyes.

I know I am expecting something.

Visitors? - No.

The plumber? - No. The plumbing works just fine.

A present.

UPS, DHL, Fedex, Nacex.

A delivery.

My Christmas present!

Buzzzzzzzz!

I'm up, skidding in my woolly socks, jumping and leaping and praising God.

Hello?

It's UPS.

I let Mr. UPS in. His footsteps are slight. He is in a hurry. He has been buzzing for too long. He will be cross with me for making him buzz for so long. Will he?

I don't have time to think. Mr. UPS is at my door with a package.

A little early.

He grins.

I have morning breath.

I am wearing my grey pyjamas and my hair is pointing in so many directions even a compass couldn't indicate them all.

I'm on holiday.

I grin back.

I sign. He asks me to confirm my name for the record. As if he'll know how to spell it...as if he'll even remember it when he gets back to his motorbike or whatever mode of transport UPS people use.

My present.

A book.

Yesss...