To you and I and most normal people, this parcel is ....well a parcel.
But to a sump oil infused nineteen year old male child, this parcel is .....well 'The parcel!!'.
It contains, I am told, brake discs and callipers from something or other which will fit his wizzy little car, which is something or other completely different. Apparently the twain shall meet successfully and
a. Keep him happy for a painfully short time
b. Stop said wizzy little car more efficiently.
The former is OK as he neither drinks, smokes nor hangs around with loose women, (well there is one but she is at Uni 200 miles away!) and he works quite hard.
The latter is reassuring as he spends 90% of his handsome income making said little car even more wizzy! The parcel arrived this morning while he was out at, yes you might guess, Halfords!
As he has an almost dislocated shoulder, I hope that none of this is going to involve me!