Shoddy Presents
I have an aunt who for many years would send me the same christmas present every year. A Biro. Each year I wrote inevitable "Thankyou so much for the Biro. I am using it to write this letter" letter, each year a new one arrived.
Tell us all about the rubbish that has been foisted upon you over the years.
( , Thu 23 Sep 2004, 10:14)
I have an aunt who for many years would send me the same christmas present every year. A Biro. Each year I wrote inevitable "Thankyou so much for the Biro. I am using it to write this letter" letter, each year a new one arrived.
Tell us all about the rubbish that has been foisted upon you over the years.
( , Thu 23 Sep 2004, 10:14)
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... as in this year, my brother invited me to lunch on OUR birthday.
Yes, he is my twin brother, and therefore, you would imagine, Dear Reader, that he might have had plenty of forewarning that he should buy me a present.
I spent a couple of days looking for just the thing for him, consulting his fiancee on my choice, wrapping it carefully, as you do.
When we met for our birthday lunch In the pub (they were on the way back from Sainsbury's, which you will discover is a relevant detail) I gave him his present.
He unwrapped it, and the second present. He loved them both.
However, there was a look of the guilty and sheepish about him. Could it be that he felt his present to me might not be up to the same standard as mine?
After a bit of unsubtle prompting, he left the table, and wandered off across the car park to his car. He rerturned, a minute later, with a Sainsbury bag.
Inside the bag? A bottle of wine.
Nothing wrong with that, obviously, but given that he'd known that my birthday was on the same day as his for the last 30-odd years, the fact that it was just a bottle from the back of the car, still in it's carrier bag, showed that he clearly had no intention of buying me anything, and had beeen cajoled into relinquishing a bottle of wine from the weekly shopping.
Tight git.
Girth, length and height apologies in the post...
( , Fri 24 Sep 2004, 11:32, Reply)
... as in this year, my brother invited me to lunch on OUR birthday.
Yes, he is my twin brother, and therefore, you would imagine, Dear Reader, that he might have had plenty of forewarning that he should buy me a present.
I spent a couple of days looking for just the thing for him, consulting his fiancee on my choice, wrapping it carefully, as you do.
When we met for our birthday lunch In the pub (they were on the way back from Sainsbury's, which you will discover is a relevant detail) I gave him his present.
He unwrapped it, and the second present. He loved them both.
However, there was a look of the guilty and sheepish about him. Could it be that he felt his present to me might not be up to the same standard as mine?
After a bit of unsubtle prompting, he left the table, and wandered off across the car park to his car. He rerturned, a minute later, with a Sainsbury bag.
Inside the bag? A bottle of wine.
Nothing wrong with that, obviously, but given that he'd known that my birthday was on the same day as his for the last 30-odd years, the fact that it was just a bottle from the back of the car, still in it's carrier bag, showed that he clearly had no intention of buying me anything, and had beeen cajoled into relinquishing a bottle of wine from the weekly shopping.
Tight git.
Girth, length and height apologies in the post...
( , Fri 24 Sep 2004, 11:32, Reply)
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