Your pressie was sent on the weekend before Christmas, and I'm rather keen to find out if you got it yet. I know it does have a long way to go - I just hope it didn't melt, or the inquisitive postal possums at our end didn't get their sticky little fingers and toes on it first. They are pretty good at sniffing out sweet things.

There are a few hints for you there, from your Southern Fried Santa, who is trying to catch a cool breeze while she slaves over a hot computer.