There is scarcely a more beautifully scented time of year than early July, in my garden. The roses are fragrant in the evening when I water my hanging baskets. It is true that the farming aroma can be distinctive but I choose to not smell that.
I was delighted yesterday after a real person decided to speak to me at Canada Post. . .He was perhaps a little less than enthusiastic. I confided in him that I had misplaced my one key. He was quick to let me know that having a key cut from the one remaining key was not a problem. I said to him .. I feel a wee bit uneasy that the key is gone and what if something untowards had happened and the key was in sinister hands. Could I please have my box rekeyed. Well, yes you can have it rekeyed he replied. At this point I'm expecting a large charge for my lack of security with the Canada Post key. Not so .. .it is free. Free? No charge to me. Woo hoo. Then rekey. . . I said. They will call in a few days with the info on where to pick up my new free keys.
I thanked him properly and smirked a wee bit.
Oh .. and on the weekend my techie son hooked up my new printer/fax/scanner. . .so I'm good to go again.
I'm off to get my roots looked at .. . (my hairdresser depends on me saying this so she knows that I know that I have an appointment. . it's a reminder in reverse)
Have a wonderful day my friends.