11 December 2018
It's The Thought That Counts
It’s Paul’s birthday today. I bought him possibly the worst present ever.
Paul and I don’t usually do gifts nowadays. Like Jenn (Coffee on the Porch with Me), we have everything we want or we just buy something if we need it. I have spent too much time in the past agonising over presents that will delight the recipient. Nowadays I’m a bit of a Grinch.
I have spoilt him in the past - a weekend in Paris (it was supposed to be a surprise but he found the tickets), trips to the theatre, a surprise birthday party. And he has bought me some lovely presents, including a car wrapped up with a big bow. The best birthday surprise was when we were living full time in France. I thought we were just going out to lunch in Bergerac but he turned right into the little airport to meet our two daughters who had flown over to stay the week.
So this is what I bought him from the garden centre at the weekend...
A three edged hoe. I feel quite ashamed that it wasn’t more thrilling but he is actually very pleased with it. (We had to leave most of our garden tools behind in France.) It's better than a pair of socks isn't it?