Black Friday came and went

I arrived home from birthday breakfast on Friday and Husband said, 'They have boxes of Ferrero Rocher on sale on Amazon; how many do we need?'
'Um, none.'
'Oh you can only order three boxes per person.'
'That's okay. I don't want any.'
'But we need Christmas presents for (he listed several people) and a few spare would be useful in case of emergencies. You were caught out last year bu the neighbours.' He waved an admonishing finger at me.

But I know what will happen. The chocolates will arrive and one evening in the near future he will say, 'I feel like something sweet to nibble on. Where are those chocolates?' And I am so weak-willed I will join him in scoffing a boxful.

But he hadn't finished. 'Go on Amazon,' he said. 'Look at the deals. You may be able to find some Christmas presents.'
I sighed. 'Okay.'
'Now,' he said, 'while the deals are on!'

I ended up putting in an order but I forgot the chocolates and instead ordered three Christmas books for me. That weren't in the sale.

Later when I told Daughter she asked which books.
'A book of essays about Christmas by Nina Stibbe and a book of short stories by Rachel Joyce. The Snow Garden, I think.'
'I bought you The Snow Garden for Christmas last year,' she said. 'And then you passed it on to me.'
'Oh. Did I enjoy it?'

So someone - not Daughter - may be having a book of seasonal short stories for Christmas this year ...

P.S. Looking for an image on Amazon I notice it had a different cover last year so that's why I didn't recognise it. Although it may just be my brain. I asked the librarian in Mumbles if they had a book called The Diary of a Librarian. I was puzzled that they not only didn't have it but it wasn't coming up as a recognised title. 'It's a small local library, possibly in a village in Scotland, and a true account of the characters who go there,' I explained. I said I'd check and let her know the author.

Turns out it's called Diary of a Bookseller.

P.P.S. And now google won't let me display a photo. Hey ho.