My doorbell just went - I have no idea how to operate the buzzer, so I just ran downstairs. Mr. Bock (there's an umlaut in there) turned out to be a young, cheerful and pleasant shaven-headed man in company body-warmer. He seemed genuinely pleased with the chocolate-covered strawberries I had as a thank-you. It's hard enough to buy anything for guys I do know, let alone ones I don't.
The box was covered in customs tape - they had cut open the bottom and removed the packing list from its outside packet, then put it inside the box. Everyone seems to have had this packet before me. I wasn't charged anything though - maybe they don't count postage...
Anyway, it's just as cute as it looked on the site.
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