lixy
Secret Santa one year at work = three packets of sauce mix.
I guess someone forgot and so panic-bought on the way to work in the morning.
This prompted me to write about the Secret Santa, I once received at work.
Two hildren's hair clasps, with the reduced to 50p sticker still on them.
I had very short hair, and the suggested amount was £5.
I knew exactly who it was. This was the lady, who insisted on charging people for a dribble of milk for their tea, if they had run out. She was the meanest person I had ever met, but very comfortably off.