apparently she's psychic

Where are those mini saucisson? Oldest asked whilst rummaging through the fridge.
Long gone, I'm afraid, I told him.
He wandered away muttering about moving to Paris.

If only there was such a thing as strawberry marshmallows, sighed Youngest. He had just eaten some strawberries and a marshmallow or two.

GodIhate those slippers, I thought yesterday, looking at K's feet...I turned my attention to my laptop where I was browsing felt handbags I can't buy. Mark my words, I said to Wendy last weekend, FELT! IT'S THE FABRIC OF THE FUTURE.

I had long forgotten that we were watching for a package from the adorable Irene. I sent ours so long ago that I don't even know what was in it. Some things for her boys, some things for her self, I'm hoping. No clue.

I was surprised when the postman showed up with a parcel today. And I was even more surprised when I opened it...









Five Tuvaluans were doing the dance of joy last night. I don't know how she did it, but I'm thinking Irene could open a business shopping for people in Paris.
She's got impeccable taste.
Plus, she's a wonderful friend. So, really, the shopping bit is a bonus...