In what could be a scene straight from a Christmas movie, I just went to the door for my Tesco order, but instead of the delivery man, there stood, with the snow whirling around him, my husband, returned unannounced after months at sea ❤️🎄
In a further plot twist, the Tesco man has now arrived, but has become stuck on the ice in our drive. Him and Graham are out with shovels 🤣
Meanwhile, I'm on to the phone to the Christmas drama commisioners at Channel 5.
The Tesco man has now come in for a cup of tea while he waits for a tow.
This might end like a very different type of movie.
Two other people have arrived in vans. There's lots of commotion going on outside. This is the most entertainment I have had in years.
The Tesco man has been freed 🙌
And thus I can focus my attention once more upon the newly returned husband. This evening has been thrilling.
Although, with all that carry on, it does mean I haven't seen #TheTraitors, which I'm not best pleased about
One key detail I forgot to mention in my excitement:
The Tesco man was wearing shorts. In December. In Orkney.
There has been so much snow overnight. It's a total winter wonderland this morning. There's no trace the Tesco man was even here.
Here is one of the heroes involved in the rescue mission