Out in my wellies AGAIN!
Whilst visiting other blogs this weekend (I know, I should really have been making my own mince-pies and creating salt-dough decorations like other good mothers but a coffee, Twix and a bit of bloggy surfing was preferable) I came across this post at Dulwich Mum: a competition asking for the worst Christmas present you’ve ever received. The prize was a £20 HMV voucher for the top ten, courtesy of Western Union.
This was a no-brainer for me, so I shot off a reply and found out today I was one of the winners. Excellent news! And I’m going to spend it purely on myself as, despite hints over the past few months, there is nothing remotely CD-shaped under the tree.
My competition offering had been the wonderful year when my husband and I were engaged, still in that “loved up” stage of our relationship, when the thought of Christmas in our own house was very romantic. Dougie, bless him, returned home from the supermarket on Christmas Eve with my present, unwrapped, in the boot. What was it?…….A DEEP-FAT FRYER. Yes, you did read that correctly.
It didn’t go down well and even now when I ask him, twenty years on, the only explanation he can give is that he really fancied having some chips.
I responded the next year by giving him a trouser press.
Thankfully he has tried to make amends every year since. However we have both received some hideous presents by a lovely couple, closely-related (to him!). Our top three, for your amusement, are…..taa daa….
- a pair of Chelsea football socks (no, he doesn’t support them or play football. He had asked for ankle weights but they couldn’t find any. )
- an enamel belt buckle they brought back with them from the US, with a picture of a wolf on it (with a label saying “Made in China”)
- a china figurine of a little boy in pantaloons (I broke it, accidently of course)
Can’t wait for Friday.
I love the idea of the china figure in pantaloons – what were they thinking?!
God only knows, Liz! It really was ghastly. Shame he fell off the window-sill where he used to sit, hidden behind the curtain.
Problem is some people don't think! I got given a bright yellow silk shirt that was too small for me even if I could pluck up the courage to wear it.Another time a set of cockerel plates that wer so ghastly I had to hide them – they've been lost for several years now. LIke you looking forward to Friday and not raising my hopes high at all! Have great Christmas!
Cockerel plates?! You just wonder what goes through their minds as they are browsing round the shops. Though it does give you some hints as to what they would like to receive as gifts: I'm sure they buy things that appeal to them. Shame we can't give them back another year…
Hope that you got fabulous stuff this time round!
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