There was a beautiful bouquet of flowers delivered to the office in the morning. This was Friday morning, hence the pre-Valentine's because there's no use sending them to a home address. No, the purpose of flowers is to flaunt them in front of all the people you work with every day who don't waste money on such gorgeous extravagances and therefore live much duller lives. But retire earlier.
There was another surprise in the afternoon, courtesy of an overworked delivery driver's inability to fulfill the requirement to deliver prior to midday. Fudge. This is what you need from your darling when everyone else is strenuously avoiding the fact you've gained yet another twenty pounds you're probably not going to lose. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
I love surprise presents where you're not sure about the whys or the wherefores but just get to sit back and thank the giver for the giving, and the present for the being present.
Today I took home another present, which wasn't a surprise because I knew I'd ordered it, but was a surprise due to being order on hotpoints (credit card scheme) thereby arriving on a schedule unknown to anyone but the bankers that be.
It is a wonderful quiet boil kettle which is coloured a deep dark red with a sheen of polish over top of it so that it glows like the finest enamel jewellery.
I suggested that the proper thing to do now is to redecorate the entire kitchen to match. It was an idea whose time has not come.
Another nice surprise present was announced on my phone at mid-morning. A lovely antique chinese nail guard in cloisonne and silver. I wondered for a moment who had bought me that, and then vaguely remembered at one in the morning when I was still awake I'd decided to comb ebay antique jewellery for a distraction for not sleeping.
Ohhhh, you shouldn't have.
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