Sorting out the children's presents I realised that child X had more than anyone else. I had two options. I could put some aside for next year or I could buy more for the others.
Last night I went shopping. I love buying presents! And I'm fortunate that we can afford it. Not wildly expensive gifts, you understand, just nice things. Like books.
In Borders I picked up one book I wanted and spotted it had a 'buy one, get one half price' sticker. Well, I couldn't ignore such a bargain so searched for another one to go with it. I found two. That meant, obviously, that I had an odd number so needed another one.
Thus I went in for one book and ended up with four. But one of them would be free. So really it was a good money-saving move on my part. And a book is never a waste of money. Well, almost never.
Husband suggested that, while, I was in the shops, I could look for some presents for myself, as he has only bought me four - and I suspect that includes two pairs of individually-wrapped socks. I did try on some clothes in M&S but the lighting in the changing-room was very bright and shining right on my nose, which was doing a seasonal impression of Rudolf's. It was impossible to look good in anything with that glowing back at me.
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George refuses to contemplate a world that includes people who don't like dogs. Fortunately our neighbours do. Very fortunately as he managed to get over the adjoining wall this morning and into their garden. Then into their house - where he found - oh, bliss - a pile of washing waiting to be done, and he stole a sock. Husband managed to get it off him before he ate it, as he did one of mine the other day.
As I write Husband is outside erecting a fence.