Gifted

My Dear Princess and Dear Fellow,

Chats with the Princess are always memorable. I forgot to relate the tale of my LAST chat with her. 

We were talking about the recent earthquake near Paraparaumu, at a depth of 54km, magnitude 6.0. 

"It was very deep and very powerful," I said. 

"Bbbrrrpppttttt!!" said the Princess, trying to suppress FILTHY laughter.

"Did the earth move?" she asked.

"No, it was quite short and over before Caro even noticed it," I replied, innocently. 

"Bbbrrrrpptttt!" said the Princess again.

So that was LAST time. 

THIS time we got into looking at the sh*ttest presents we could find on the website, "Find Me A Gift". 

(This was because we were debating the difference between a Slanket and an Oodie.)

We delighted in finding llama-dusters, slider socks, inflatable perfect boyfriends, world's smallest game of catch and my personal favourite, hand-knitted baked beans.

But of course there was serious chat too. And I always appreciate the calm advice of one of the best people I know. I am very lucky to have a Princess in my life. 

THAT'S a woman who deserves hand-knitted baked beans.

S.