I got one last week.

My birthday is in October.

This present is from the same lovely friend who once told me in April that she knew what she was getting me for my birthday. So that I don’t forget, it’s currently strung up – literally – and hanging from a rafter in the kitchen.

My favourite part of this whole story is that she’s originally written “warning – birthday present – if opened before Oct 5 will self-destruct.” She’s then reconsidered, realised the Australia we live in, and changed ‘self-destruct’ to ‘be null and void’.

And yes, I have copped a feel of the thing. It’s a book of some sort; has a hard cover; but also has something else in there, which could be part of the front cover – it feels oddly like pipe cleaners. Whatever it is, I know it will be fantastic. B doesn’t give bad presents ever.