Many, many years ago, I received a large package from some acquaintances of dad's.
Inside, were six self-assembly corrugated card document wallets. I mean do you even give that to someone as a prezzie, never mind a nine year old?
Also, from a neighbour, a really twee 18-inch tall sculpture of two fantail doves.
Plus the usual array of cheap toiletries that I could never use as I have sensitive skin, and if I use the "wrong" products, I end up sitting there scratching like a baboon... At least the soaps could go in my undie and sock drawers.