Christmas Gifts

No chimneys here chez Isobel and Cat, so no Father Christmas squeezing onto the hearth and covering the carpet with soot, scoffing a hot mince pie and drinking a glass of sherry, before leaving a stocking full of presents hanging from the non-existent mantelpiece. But there was still a number of packages to open.

Increasingly over recent years my friends and I have agreed to forgo the gift swapping and remove a large part of the stress in the run up to the Christmas period. Gifts we do exchange tend to be consumable, and the delicacies Maria sends me from Barcelona are very much part of my Christmas celebrations.

Anyway, the number of gifts waiting for my attention on Christmas Day was not large. Which is what made it so odd that I managed to miss one of them until this evening. It was from Octavia and wrapped in very groovy paper.

I picked it up, and as I took the paper off to reveal a brown cardboard box, and thought it was just the right sort of size to be a mug. Now mugs are something I have a lot of. I am rich in mugs. One thing I do not need is another mug.

It was a mug.

This mug:

Who could resist?

So you will understand I am making sure it can be accommodated in my cupboards, and I am just about to wash it so I can drink my coffee out of it in the morning.

Cheers Octavia. Nice one. Thank-you.


10 thoughts on “Christmas Gifts

  1. You are very welcome. As you know, I tend to give consumable gifts because we’ve all got far too much golf in our houses. However, it has to be said that that mug had your and MasterD’s name written all over it!

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