Pandora's box

I've just been giggling with work colleagues about something that happened at the weekend.

On Saturday night we were were sitting around drinking wine (DH & ILs who're the same age as us) whilst their parents were asleep upstairs.

I commented on a box I hadn't seen before which we looked at and realised was made of camphor wood. Then we thought we'd stick a note in it. We were thinking of clever things to write on the note and put 'Pandora was ere' on the basis that we thought this was very funny and some day, eventually, DH's mum and dad will tidy up and find the note.We'll know how frequently his mum cleans the box!

I feel that my emotions and changes relating to IE are a bit like a Pandora's box, stuffed down and hidden away. I have mixed emotions about letting them out and examining them. Hmm.