You gotta taste the sauce!

Well, exams are over for another semester. We're not going to talk about them any more.

Okay?

Because I was hoping the Corporation Law exam was going to be a spelling-bee-type exam ... such as:

1) Hands up who can spell 'liquidation'?

2) Hands up who can spell 'Alan Bond'?

3) Who can hop on the spot for an extra 10 marks?

It wasn't like that at all.

It had a whole lot of difficult questions which caused all of my acquired knowledge of the Corporations Act to suddenly evaporate from my cerebrum, and it caused my eyes to go fuzzy and my breathing to become laboured.

So, moving along ...

Between my two exams, however, I received two wonderful parcels in the mail.

We're going to explore them together because I got quite hippety-hoppety about them (10 extra-curricula hopping points to you, MMMC)!

The first one from a woman named Deb. I don't know who she is. I've never heard of her before! Only kidding! It came from OUR Deb! It was a bit sticky and smelled of blueberries ... even the postman commented on it saying, "I don't think it's fared too well!" as he threw it at me and ran back to his van.

Clever Deb, though! 

Despite her bottle of blueberry syrup having broken in the box, she'd sealed everything in plastic bags so nothing was harmed. Mother-types do sensible things like that, don't they, other Mother-types?

Because of the predominant theme of Deb's parcel, we've concluded that Deb lives in Canada! She sent this marvellous ball which is good for chewing and for throwing at each other.

And there was lots of Maple stuff like Maple flavoured lollies which I haven't stopped eating ... and stickers that have been stuck everywhere! Underneath it all is an old tea-towel of Deb's which is very funky and for which I have plans.

I had grand visions of keeping everything until Christmas. But the husband opened the Maple BBQ sauce, and suggested I taste it. Which I did ... and then I covered my dinner in it, and then covered the leftovers in it and ate them ... and then I poured some sauce in a glass and drank it. 

I thought this was soap! But it's actually pure maple cream ... solidified and you grate it onto cakes, or in your coffee ... I think this is the only perishable that we'll save for Christmas.What philistines we are.

Oh, and look! The ever thoughtful Deb sent these two ... remember my post on Francoise Seignobosc ... unfortunately Martha has decided she likes them too, and she reaches her sticky, page-tearing hands towards them ... so I read them to her from across the room!

Child One is allowed to read them ... she's a bit more careful. They're very pretty. Thank you, Deb. You're one in (almost) a million of Canadians who live in the New Brunswick province.

Then about 15 minutes after we'd torn open Deb's soggy parcel, in a display of uncouth desperation, there was another knock on the door-thing and it was a different postman.

This parcel came from Zigsma ... there was a very precious Do Bee bowl which now holds the Canadian Maple lollies. But not for long because I'm sucking on them like some addict.

And there was a copy of the 1964 Penguin edition of Lucky Jim ... that illustration on the cover is by Quentin Blake ... I only know him because he illustrated the odd-Roald Dahl book ... but you know that already ...

And despite all the good tidings from around the place, this is an unhappy morning child who can only eat breakfast with a pig on his head.