I'm sure you’ll agree that eloquence is overrated, or at times like this, anyway.
So, wow it is.
Another two care parcels from my glorious UK personal shopper, Anita, have arrived. Having a can't-find-the-phone-charger moment, hence the rubbish Google pic.
But there were white tops with ruffles, a stunning grey chiffon-trimmed number and a green dress that I would gladly trade my husband for. Wow.
Anita, well done you. I genuflect in the face of your impeccable taste and generosity.