Yesterday, the best thing happened to me. The postman arrived, bearing gifts.
A great big parcel, postmarked Tuvalu!
Hands trembling, I opened it, and found ...
... these divine little trinkets. Soap, lavender clippings, beads, funny paper clips, and a little dangly Japanese thing which Son #3 hung on his schoolbag immediately.
There was more!
Wee fabric scraps from Denyse Schmidt, a length of French officers' braid, and a smooth little rock. The rock has joined my three little rocks from Far North Queensland in pride of place on top of our artwork cupboard (along with the telephone, notepad, and a vase of californian poppies).
And then I found this.
Little tiny clothespegs on a string. For holding Christmas cards? For displaying postcards, children's artwork, hmmm ...
But the best thing was wrapped up in a copy of The Tuvalu Times (which I pored over later, and was shocked at the price of real estate ...) (being in a real estate state of mind these days, and all). I unwrapped the soft bulky paper. To find ...
... the most beautiful, soft, warm black cardigan with enormous shell buttons and a big floppy collar and elegant neckline. Made from tiny black Tuvalan angora rabbits. (Shorn, not killed, silly).
Oh blackbird, I think I love you.
Thank you, my faraway friend.