We all know, that when it comes to presents, it’s the thought that counts, right? And I do appreciate that thought has gone into every present I receive, but sometimes I do wonder exactly what that thought process was…
Yesterday The Lovely Nut came to visit me. The Lovely Nut is almost 80, very lovely and a complete nut. She is also the mother of an ex from my dim and distant past. Her driving terrifies me so I convinced her to catch a train. I picked her up and we had a lovely day exploring various Bumpkinsvilles and talking a lot. She also very kindly bought me some presents. Each was wrapped individually in a mix of pretty paper, paper napkins and elastic bands.
She often finds things she thinks I will find useful and was very impressed with her find of a pen loop (‘you can stick it inside your handbag darling, and you’ll always be able to find your pen.’). And everyone needs tissues, and they are very pretty:
It started getting slightly weird at this point:
I suppose everyone does get sore throats though, so I am sure the spray and throat sweets will come in useful. And the same with the blister plasters.
Then it just got peculiar. I have no idea what made her think of me when she saw these:
But you know, it is the thought that counts. I just wish I knew what that thought had been. Or maybe not…. :o)