“Here you go” Mo said, as she handed me a package that had just arrived. “It’s addressed to you”
I held my hands out to take the package. Mo let it go and it fell through my hands and landed with a thud, on the table. It weighed a tonne. Well, not really a tonne, but it was the heaviest package I have ever received. Mo laughed, as I tried to retrieve it. I struggled to pick it up, even with two hands and had to lay it back on the table, in order to open it.
The box was very pretty and very hard to open, but we managed to tear the security strip together.
“Whatever can it be?” I asked. It felt a bit like Christmas.
“I can’t imagine” said Mo.
I opened the box and was absolutely amazed at the contents. Two huge, hard backed books, full of beautiful, top quality photos. One of fashion and everything else a person could want and one of home furnishings. Then I saw the catalogue.
The company was ‘Next’. I had been on their site, while looking for clothes for our wedding. I was getting desperate, so ordered some trousers from them. I kind of knew they wouldn’t be any good but, as I said, I was getting desparate. I sent them straight back when (as I suspected) I saw they were skinny legged trousers. The days of me wearing skin tight trousers are long gone. So this one order, that got returned, warrents them sending me this package? I may browse the home furnishing book, but I’m not interested in the others. They will all go to the recycling bin and that’s a criminal waste, in my book – pun actually was not intended, but I’ll leave it there.
If a company can afford to produce such expensive books and send out millions of them, in the hopes of netting a few more customers, they are making too much profit, in my opinion.