Darn it. I was feeling totally awesome as all presents ordered early, for the first year ever. Some parcels have been taking a while so I investigated, and it turns out I've been a complete twat. On 1 item, coming from France, I seem to have forgotten the name of my work place on the address. My parcel is essentially being (non) delivered to Mimi, very long street, work town. I've been forced into twitching, and starting a knitting project instead. I guess it didn't really feel like Christmas without frantic knitting/ sewing up to Christmas Eve.