OK. So you're on the last chapter of your book (the one with the screaming deadline). You've just phoned the customer care people at the electrical store to come and fix a problem with your fridge. You're thinking about the social events you're organising for next week (daughter's birthday parties - 2 of 3) and mentally organising the shopping lists and remembering which cake she wants for which party and doing the cooking plan.
You're also really trying to resist the bar of chocolate that your evil husband put in the fridge because the diet is going well and you don't want to backslide (and you know you've been glued to your desk all week and been a total failure on the exercise front, so you can't risk the chocolate - not to mention the fact that you have a dentist appointment after school).
And then the doorbell goes, and the dog barks, and you think, nooo, it's a Person from Porlock and I have to do the school run in 45 minutes...
... and this is what the delivery lady brings you.
(Thanks from my publisher for work on a project I did for them last month. And they remembered my favourite colour flowers from the last time they sent me some - winning the RNA Romance Prize.)
Just... lovely, and stress levels are right back down again :)
Thank you to the lovely editor who organised this. (And of course I’ve sent a personal note!)