There really is nothing nicer than someone saying thank you.
After hosting a family weekend recently, I received a mystery package in the post. I hadn't as far as I was aware ordered anything, nor had either of the teens. When I opened it, I found a little note saying thanks for a lovely weekend and the most stunning box of biscuits I have seen in a long time. Almost too nice to eat, although I did manage a few.
I would have been happy with an email, but in these electronic times it was so nice to receive something real, especially something edible. I always mean to send a small gift after a particularly nice occasion, but a text is all I usually manage. From now on I am going to try harder, as small gifts are such a lovely simple pleasure.
