So I’m guessing that at some point in the past I must have become rather annoyed with receiving incessant spam emails from the UK’s least favourite grocer. And I must have decided to vent my frustration in a typically childishly pathetic way that no one but me would ever know about.
Well, that’s the only explanation I can think of for why, long after I stopped receiving their spam, and long after I forgot all about how annoyed I might once have been, the following missive should show up in my inbox one random Sunday morning:
Looks like the childish 2008 me left behind a little digital time capsule to give the much more mature 2009 version something to smile about…