Ugh ugh gurrnuuh ugh ugh "Hello," said in very sleepy voice.
"Hello it's your postlady, you have a parcel," said in the bright spritely voice of one who has been up for hours.
Oh! Oh! Oh! Much spinning and frantic throwing on of clothes. Oh that's inside out, never mind. Oh!Oh! Skip, skip, skip. oh! Oh! Ooooohhhh!! Out the door, across the courtyard, open the door, jar arm badly as I try to open other door which is locked. Press the button you fool I can see written across the beatific features of the postie. I press the button, reach out my hand, say thank you and...
OH MY GOD I'VE GOT IT!!!
Oh look at it!
Oooh let's look at it some more.
I've now owned Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows for just under an hour. Normally I would be on page 55 by now. It's just that if I start it ... well, I'll finish it, and once it's finished, well it's finished.