The final present...

Remember about two months ago a large box arrived here and I had express instructions not to peek?

Well, the gift didn't appear for my birthday, nor Xmas (she forgot!) but today a very heavy carrier bag appeared at the top of the stairs and permission was granted to peek.

And lo, it came to pass that on that night there were seven jars of miniature marinated baby figs in the house. Seven! We might need to share one or two...