A box the size of a suitcase arrives, you open it, remove 500m of grey packing paper and eventually find your actual purchase – a nail file, perhaps, or a pencil – hiding at the bottom.
Wilson’s delivery, however, seems to be in another league entirely, so heavy that even Nërp had difficulty carrying it into the kitchen.
Before the outer box had been opened, I was hustled out of the room and instructed not to return for the time being, while the ‘equipment’ was being ‘installed’ and ‘tested’…
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