My dad was visiting Sydney last week and we caught up for coffee and pastries in The Rocks. We live quite far apart these days, and it had been a few months since I'd last seen him. He surprised me with a rather belated birthday gift - but I think it was worth the wait. I always wanted fancy pencils in a fancy wooden box when I was growing up (I think the arts and crafts was more of an obsession than my parents realised) and now I've got a set of my very own. The hoarder in me wants to save them so they're pristine forever (apparently a trait that makes me very much my fathers daughter - Dad still has a set that he's never used) but they've already proven too hard to resist and have been getting quite the workout. How fun are late birthdays!