Picture this -
It's day 5 of the school holidays. Restlessness is setting in.
The doorbell rings.
Eager feet race to the door, jerking it open.
Parents jokingly call out "we don't want any".
"It's a parcel", yell the owners of the eager feet.
In they come bearing a purple, blue and black striped cube.
Your name is on the box.
Suddenly you no longer feel quite so laid-back and relaxed.
Your movements speed up as you quickly you reach for the scissors.
Cutting through the tape, grabbing at the cardboard folds, pulling them up, out, open, this way and that...
and out comes...
Minky and Miss B and quilary - all talking at once, big and little fingers holding, stacking, grabbing at cards, gingerbread cutters, longingly holding a gorgeous cupcake creation, marvelling at cute button magnets...
and, oh and if only you could smell the heavenly scent of this,