Ace. Was getting ready for college this morning when I heard the rally of my dogs barking relentlessly at the poor postman. A doorbell rings. I Meander downstairs; trying to scramble into my dressing gown so the man doesn't witness bare glory, and grunting a nearly-recognisable 'I'm Coming'.

But, before I can reach the door, it seems the postman has had a revelation and discovered the letterbox at the base of the door, and thus posted my parcel through.

Thank you very much! I was going to post a picture of myself smiling with the gifts but currently I am inhabiting some form of crow's nest on top of my head (haircut booked for 3pm) and I do not want to punish you with having to view that.

The socks are like little gloves of paradise for my feet, I'm currently wearing the cream striped ones right now; I stripped off the socks I had put on and put them on instead. I've also eaten the sheep-chocolate, the other two are waiting in the firing line.

Thank you very much for being my gifter, you put a huge smile upon my face this morning.