Ok, so a few of you noticed it was a certain....um....day today. And I thank all you wonderful folks who left fab messages for me around the ether on forums and facebook and the like. .
Yup. Another year has sauntered past and pee'd on the proverbial fire that is my youth. LOL.
Well, Mr B outdid himself on the present front this year. Notable examples include an entire VILLAGE of Lilliput Lane that he managed to acquire (long story), a fabulous moon-gazing hare made of teak, a smoking dragon, tub of gesso, Hotel Chocolat chocolates..... I could go on.
But as my title tonight suggests, sometimes it really is the smallest things that mean a lot. One of the first presents I opened this morning was this little fella....
Not just cute, but practical - press his tummy, and his feet light up!
Now this gift matters hugely in two ways. Mr B really does listen - I had a small torch affair on my keyring that was starting to die on me - it wouldn't stay lit etc. So being switched on (snigger.... I punned unintentionally then) he has bought me a replacement.
Equally though, he knows my love of this blog which I take EVERY opportunity to promote (cue multiple retelling of how-I-got-the-torch-tale at work today) and have mentioned previously on here. Go look. He's on day 297. He's nearly done for a second year, and you HAVE to go see all the pics.