When the sibling went to Bali, she came back with gifts.
Her gift to me was a keyring... with a handcraved wooden phallus.
And now on her return from Germany-Italy-Sicily, she brought back these for me.
... she has some very strange ideas of what our new home should be full of.
The sibling is fast becoming one of those relatives who buys the so-weird-must-hide-in-the-back-of-the-cl
*goes hide the salt and pepper shakers somewhere*