On my very birthday, the postman rang on our door – old-school. No email, no sms, no facebook message, no phone call. A mysterious parcel, addressed in my name, correctly spelt, from a certain A. Christensen from Aalborg. It was an Iselin Hermann meets Miss Marple moment, persisting a few seconds, until I got to the Monet card that explained it all. Dzenkuje bardzo Jola, loved the thought and the presents – so impeccably perfect timing, so impeccable taste, as always.