My birthday balloon is finally here. It came in the post this morning. We are opening the package on the scarlet coloured, leather sofa [it is really, really comfortable]. When we ripped open the package we realised it was a brown balloon, not a pearlescent white. I was so angry with the colour of the balloon that I kicked the sofa and screamed so loud that it felt like the cosy cottage shook. My mum says, trying to reassure me “It’s ok, we’ll order another one!”. My mum said that it was frightening that this has happened this one important time [this has never happened before].