I examined it under the lamplight in my room and I squealed, just squealed, when I found that it was a gift from my handsome wonderful Paul, who is currently living a romantic existence in Zurich.
I spent about five minutes admiring how tightly the white paper secured the box, and how neatly the scotch tape lined its edges.
Inevitably I ripped through the wrapping, and found a lovely card affixed to an elegant black box. "How quaint," thought I, "the card is writ in German."
I determined that Neues Jahr must mean New Year and could go no further; at that point the smell of chocolate had so overpowered my senses that I could no longer read.
The choccies showed some signs of their long and weary travel, and how I loved them all the more so for it!
I couldn't get myself to eat the chocolates at first, so I spent an inordinate amount of time smelling them.
What a delightful little minx 2008 has been so far! Thank you Paul - you always know how to make a ladybug feel oh so special.
