The sun is starting to peek through the clouds once more and there’s that glorious feeling of love in the air. Is that because Valentine’s Day is creeping closer and closer? It actually has nothing to do with Valentine’s Day at all (but you can still address all heart-shaped boxes of chocolate to Sam Smith, MoM Towers, Tunbridge Wells). No, that lovely feeling is coming from the parcel that has found its way to my desk.
Hidden beneath a shock of shredded black paper sits a fancy looking black box tied up with quite a fancy leather string bow. It’s the kind of box that people can only hold really awesome or really scary stuff. You’re not going to get a box that looks like this with a stapler or a bike lock or a bank statement in it. It’s either amazing or devastating. A gold ring or a ring finger. A puppy or too many scorpions. Cake or death. I’m quite partial to cake, to be perfectly honest.