Comforting

Well, it's proof I suppose that my mother loves me. That's comforting. My sister apparently loved me enough to go out and buy some, but not enough to stop herself from opening it and eating it before she could send it. And my mother's did take until two months after I orginally posted the request to come. And not so much as a comment from anyone else (I'm choosing to ignore Keith's ). Depressing all in all. Oh well.

And by the way, after it came, I discovered they've discontinued my favourite cheese at FBC.

Lucky white heather....