Hmm, seems a bit mean to blog about stuff I bought myself after scrapping the idea of presents for the 5yr old.
But then, he didn't grow up with nothing, like I did.
So a little reward for me later in life is ok. Ok? ok.
Firstly, I bought myself a trenchcoat. It's lovely and hides a multitude of sins. You could be nekkid, you could be in track pants, you could be in Lacroix .. and who would know darling, who would know ?
And it's toasty warm at Auskick. Luff.it.
People don't normally buy me things. One, i'm kinda not a good receiver, i'm awkward and feel uncomfortable. Not used to it. Two, i'm either fussy, or hard-to-buy-for, not sure which, probably both. Personally I think i'm easy - if pressed, I say the same thing year after year "nice.things.for.the.home".
So with that in mind, I bought myself an Aunty Cookie ampersand cushion ( and by some great serendipitous amazing feat - actually received one too, from a friend! )
And as it turned out, AB did buy me a book I later returned, unread.
I'd asked for this cushion. He'd said 'no'. I bought it anyway, and now it's his gift to me.