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If you’re one of those slightly bitter and twisted people like myself, you will understand what I’m talking about when I talk about the kinds of jealous and spiteful feelings you get when your friends go overseas. You’ll relate to those envious and angry feelings you get when receiving an email from ’35-degree Gay Parreeee’ while you’re sitting at your office, cold and with work up to your eyeballs.
If you’re bitter and twisted like me, you’ll know what I’m talking about.
I have been having these negative feelings over the last few weeks. It feels like everyone I know is on bloody holiday. A few days ago I got a postcard from Bali. The worst thing that had happened to Emma that week, was the fact that she couldn’t lie on the beach (she had to stay resort-pool-side) because locals keep trying to sell her massages. That lucky, lucky b*tch. (See? I am bitter and twisted.)
But I have discovered that all the negative feelings dissolve when one thing happens. And that one thing is when said overseas-travellers return home bearing wonderful overseas gifts.
This happened to me on Monday. On Monday I was presented with the best overseas-traveller-returning-home gift I have received in a long time:
Socks.
Socks from Paris, in fact. And whilst most people dread receiving socks, it must be said that:
- I fricken love socks, and
- These are not just any old socks, they are Fair Isle socks!
I know, right?! Fair Isle socks! Incredible and so weather appropriate! Three pairs! Amazing!
So to sum up, I am feeling much less negative about being abandoned in cold Auckland, and my feet are much happier and much more attractive since receiving said gift.
I LIKE THEM!
(Thanks Isaac.)
Oh, and just to up the weird-factor, here I am with the socks on my head:
You sock! :)
They go with the new Country Road shirt I bought you.