I get this registered post letter this morning. So I get off my fat lazy ass and wander down to the post office. I'm sure it will be bad news. Just in case I'd waked and baked, though I've been doing that every morning now so it's hard to say this was the reason I did it this morning. When I hand over my card the post office lady starts giggling, calls over her friend saying 'it's for her.' By this stage I am really freaking out. They give me this:



And a note from Dad: 'Hope your tree-ting yourself well love Dad.'