Tuesday, January 20, 2009

I'm Gonna Wash That Man Right Outta My Hair

Ginger Lucy, I don't think the arrival of your package could have been better timed!

On today, of all days.

On a day that feels like Christmas and New Year's all put together - full of hope, full of anticipation, full of goodwill to all, full of resolution to fix the mess we're all in.

And best of all, the first day of washing Chimpy McCokespoon Generalissimo Stupido Arbusto George the 43rd outta our hair and sending him on his way. We can only hope his future will hold some indictments for him and his friends.

How fun to get a package here that says "Royal Mail" - it's the Hyacinth (anything with a royal warrant) and anglophile in me.

Look what she sent winging across the pond - soap she made by herself. Read all about her adventures here.



She also sent some crisps. (Notice DH couldn't even wait for me to take the picture before opening his bag!) My bag lasted longer (but not by much).

She even has her own labels...



and wraps them in paper matching their name/ingredients!



And yes, Lucy, our new town is so small that your package was safely delivered - even without my surname on it!

1 comment:

Ginger Lucy said...

Yay! So glad it arrived and you like the soap!

I guess it's also appropriate that the crisps share their name with Dubya...

It amused me hugely that Keeping Up Appearances seemed to be on all the time when I was living in New York. Is that what you all think of us? ;-)