When I was writing my Christmas cards I had been enjoying the soup and I thought the kind donor of the squash might like one of my home-made cards but I didn't know their name so I just wrote, "To the kind people at No 25" and thought no more of it.
Last week my door bell rang and there stood a lady I had never seen before and she was holding a marrow and a butternut squash. She was the kind lady from 25. She had saved my card (I always print my name and address) and she had been so delighted to get it that she had brought me these gifts.
There really are kind people at No 25.