Most of my on-line Christmas shopping has arrived but I am beginning to feel a little anxious about those things that haven't and what about all the presents to ME? My mother-in-law told me a woeful tale of her husband one year declaring before Christmas that he hadn't bought her anything. She, quite naturally, thought the present must be a Ferrari or something as he couldn't possibly be so unappreciative of the woman who did absolutely everything for him and his four children all year as well as slave away over Christmas. When Christmas morning came and he declared in his Yorkshire tones "I told thee woman, I've bought you nowt" she was a trifle disappointed. She divorced him.
There is an enormous parcel under the tree for Mr Smith. He thinks it's a ride on mower; it's actually a goat. No, it is something quite boring as I am trying to discourage so much golf and promote more G is for Gardening. I have also bought him a new Times Atlas of the World as ours has become so yesteryear with countries such as Yugoslavia or the USSR all being one thing. Maybe we will find ourselves an exotic holiday destination - East Wittering.
The Lovely Claudia is coming to play and I will skip exercise class and finish icing her cupcakes and wrap her pressie. Then we will chat and laugh and smoke and be bad mad girls.
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