Secret Post Club - May

I like to think of myself as idiosyncratic.  In my head, I am who I am, and who I am is, if not eccentric (those you know me may prefer to go with "weird"), certainly individual.  Sadly, the lovely Sarah, who is a supersinglemum, has blown that out of the water by knowing me far too well.  And she's never met me.

She sent me some of this:

and one of these (although not exactly like this, but I've taken it out of its lovely case now, and forgot to take a picture of it while it was all pretty and not scattered across the bathroom, so I'm cheating with the picture):

and this book, about a lawyer who jacks it all in and becomes a home-maker (horrible phrase, but she's a housekeeper, and I'm not, so the overlap word probably has to be that one):

and a very large bar of this.  Which clearly is no longer with us.  Other than round my hips of course:

She could only have got me more spot on - mangled hands from the unpacking, new life, chocolate habit - if she'd added a large bottle of wine. But that would have blown the budget, so as it is, it's perfect.  Thanks so much to Sarah, and to Heather as always.