It’s 01/01/2015, around lunchtime.

I crawl out of bed (oh please, as if you got up any earlier after those New Year’s festivities), listen to some of BBC’s Cabin Pressure while I get ready and then get a call. A parcel was left for me next door.

Weird. For once, I don’t have any Amazon orders outstanding, and the two posters of Richard III at Trafalgar Studios that I’d been after since September arrived on December 30.

What could it be?

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