Husband returned form 5 days skiing (well one day getting there, one day getting back, three days skiing) on Thursday.
I knew he'd bought presents for the children because in one of his 'I'm being a good husband' telephone calls he had mentioned it.
This is how the conversation went.
D: "I got you a present."
A: "Really, that's nice."
D: "Yes, Geneva airport is stuffed full of fantastic expensive watches."
A: "So you got me a watch?"
D: "No I got you something you'll like even more."
A: "Really?"
D: "Yes, here it is."
A: "Er no. I don't think so.
Because he had handed me a plastic pot of chocolate fondue stuff.
I'm not very materialistic and I don't have an expensive watch. I still don't have an expensive watch. But even though meltable chocolate in a plastic pot is nice, it doesn't beat a nice watch.
2 comments:
It is a shame about the expensive watch. I opened my ski-guilt pressie and said: "Great, another garish jumper. Oops, I mean thanks. It is lovely."
To be honest, receiving nothing would be better than a jumper I didn't like but would be expected to wear.
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