Better. Better get me a bucket

My work colleague Jodie returned from a short sojourn in Australia this week with a bag full of presents for us.

She brought me some of my favourite mascara and a half a dozen pairs of Bonds underwear. You can get underwear fairly cheap over here (five pairs for £12 from La Senza) however it either rides up your butt or gives you Visible Panty Line.

Jodie* also brought back some packets of musk stick lollies to share around the office. These elicited a variety of responses.

Con gagged, as did Gina. Andrew looked like he wanted to spit it out, Bob did spit it out. Justin said they tasted like medicine and menthol. Mary thought it was a perfume stick. Nigel said they weren’t bad, and Sophie liked them. Helen thanked us for the curious and interesting experience, and said she can’t help but feel like she’d swallowed a bottle of perfume that was now wafting around her brain. Neil refuses to try it.

Nadine, a fellow Australian and a musk stick lover, said that there was an active debate going on. Neil said that he wouldn’t call it a debate; it was just that some people had been sick while others hadn’t. Yet.

To be honest, they are pretty darn gross.

* Please note that names have been changed to protect the identities of my colleagues and myself