What’s this? A package? For moi? One look at the envelope, boldly stamped with a queenly visage and the words “Royal Mail”, was enough to tell me who this goodie was from.
Indeed, my darling Rachel had triumphed against the terrible demons of the post – who had managed to derail her first attempt at sending me a birthday pressie. All the way from jolly old England at that.
And what lovely presents they were, too! With great delight I peeled back the robin’s egg tissue to reveal a diminutive set of cookie cutters. How did she know I’d been mooning over this recipe and just needed the proper tools?
If that wasn’t enough to convince me that someone knows me too well, the second half of the package clinched it. Thank you my dearest, what a wonderful gift! Kick that dissertation’s butt and come home to us soon.