I can not quite believe the generosity and kindness of some people. I wrote about how Finance Man (and his lovely wife) have been looking out for me a bit at work, making me smile and being generally nice. Three or four weeks back I saw them both in town doing Christmas shopping, and they said what had I got for Jack, and I showed them a couple of things. Also in the bag were a couple of girly shower gel things, which, I explained, were for my own stocking. When ex was around, I used to do stockings for all three of us, so for Jack's benefit I shall have to have a stocking full of things. "It's a good excuse to buy myself a couple of presents, eh?" I said, meaning to sound bright and jovial but probably sounding a bit pathetic.
Anyway today in the Internal Mail pile a little parcel arrived for me, from Finance Man's lovely wife, with a label attached:
"For your stocking. With love from Santa. No-one should have to buy their own presents."
Good job I was on my own in the office, because it made me cry a little.
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