Cricket Bat Cheese

I arrived at work today to a package - a package! For once, I wasn't as enthusiastic as I can be, because usually when I get a big box on my desk, it's screws/a door handle, and not in fact a delightful pair of Louboutins in a handy size 39. The joys of working in constructin. But, digging deep through the layers of cardboard and bubble wrap, I was curious... Cricket bat? Giant mouse-swat? (Not so far fetched, seeing as I pulled up into my car park and proceeded to remove a humane trap of mice from my vehicle, and set them free into next doors premises. The little buggers have worked their way through a handbag, a newspaper and various other bits and pieces in my car over the past week. War, little miceys, WAR.) But no, it is, in fact, a cheese board. And I do love me some cheese - the fact I could practically surf on this platter it's so big, may be an indication of how much everyone knows I love cheese. 

Which leads me to question that maybe that's why I have me some mice in my car... Cheese, Gromit, cheeeeeeese.