We had an unexpected but welcome visitor to our door on Sunday afternoon.
It was a kindly neighbour, who had previously stood on our doorstep about 10 days earlier clutching a piece of paper featuring a black and white drawing of Father Christmas.
She explained she was promoting a colouring competition to raise funds for Guiseley Senior Citizens. And, for a mere 50p entry fee, Jamie could win a prize.
I took her up on her kind offer and, later that night, Jamie completed his masterpiece and I left it aside for submission.
That was the last I heard or thought of the episode until yesterday when our nice neighbour reappeared clutching a mini chocolate Santa.
"You remember when your little boy entered the colouring competition?" she recounted.
"Er, yes," replied Vanessa, who (because I was wearing an apron) I'd dispatched to answer the door.
"Well, he won and here's his prize!" she beamed.
Thanking our neighbour, Vanessa returned to tell Jamie the good news and hand him his reward. He was thrilled.
A couple of minutes later, a slightly (more than normal) confused Mrs W pulled me to one side with a query.
"Did you hand in Jamie's entry?" she asked.
"No. Did you?"
"No."
We later found it sitting on top of the fridge.
Still, a win is a win.
