Just a quickie, I’m in Christmas panic HELL as it is, the OH has disappeared to the 24 Hour Tesco to locate a turkey at MIDNIGHT, I’ve run out of wrapping paper, oh and the world may or may not be ending today. Ace.

AnyWAY, Secret Santa! Brilliant. Fab. Marvellous. Vikki from Love From Mummy and Laura of The Life and Times of a Working Mum cropped up a cunning plan of EPIC to set some bloggers up with the task to buy secret presents for one another in secret, ya know, secretly. SHHHH!

I’m not sure I’m allowed to divulge whom I bought my bloody BRILLIANT presents for, so I’ll keep schtum on that one to avoid getting into trouble, and to keep the mystery alive.

BUT, I have received my gifts! So I shall jolly well go on about them instead. First I received a very mysterious parcel, it was so damn mysterious, my name on the front was spelt “Cassis” rather than “Cassie” for starters, just to totally throw me! On opening it, I saw…

LEOPARD PRINT.

But not only leopard print, oh no, a leopard print fleecey scarf and glove of holy goodness. They are so soft I want to wrap them around my face and never take them off. Seriously.

Come to mama.

I’ll let you into a secret, I had a fleecey blanket when I was little, well, until I was about 6, I was like Linus from Peanuts, but then my mum had to put it on the bonfire because she didn’t know how else to separate me from the blasted rag. And whenever I’m ill, like erm, now, I apparently regress back to childhood and need a fleecey blanket to curl around and whimper into pathetically. So, guess what the scarf has become? That’s right! My “I’M ILL, I’LL SOB INTO THIS LEOPARD PRINT SCARF IF I WANT TO” type of garment. I love it, it’s now my friend.

To be honest, I was bloody happy with the scarf and gloves, but another day, another parcel addressed to “Cassis”. I wish I really was named Cassis. Sounds very exotic, and alcoholic.

Now, I opened this second parcel, and I wasn’t entirely certain how to take it… I mean, I initially thought it was some kind of blogging hate mail. I know. Look at it, it’s just an unassuming white mug yeah?

I was very ill and tired, in my defence, but actually, now, It’s growing on me. And once I could actually think straight, I’m pretty sure it’s a tongue in cheek type reference to my swearyness. I think. I plan on using it when I have not well liked relatives or workmen over… This will amuse me massively. I shall show you why…

There ya have it! I love my presents, and I love Vikki and Laura for letting me join them on this magical mystery tour of Christmas present madness!

Have you received any unexpected gifts this Christmas? C’mon, spill!