Ms jb, having turned mumblemumble earlier this year, was honoured by her
Scrooge-like ever-generous employer in the form of a gift voucher for a wellness/cosmetic outfit.
On which she had to cover the salary deductions herself.
(Better than when she turned mumblemumble minus 10, though. That was a gift voucher for the local equivalent of Home Depot. If I recall correctly, she bought a chain saw.)
This time, however, I was swung into action to turn the gift voucher back into cash (piece of cake..) which deservedly flew into Beate Thiesmayer's pocket in part exchange for Flossie, seen here perched on what used to be a beam in a medieval half-timbered house in front of a square topiaried box.
The box box, as it's known around here.