Oh God...my Mum just called to remind me that my birthday's on Wednesday in case I'd forgotten and to let me know that I should watch the post at the XXXXXXXX flat. Because she hopes she mailed the package in time to arrive on the date.
I can only wonder what's in that package.
One year, it was a gorgeous silk tie and watch that had belonged to my father.
One year, it was an Irish lace iPod cover.
One year, it was a travel case of poisons.
One year, it was a white suit with lavender lining and a note that I should 'wear it when it seemed Mr Moran was about to propose.'
Can you even imagine my trepidation this year?