Tuesday, 22 December 2009

The enduring saga of inappropriate gifts of years gone by

Day 30, one more to go.

As the day itself approaches, I would like to know what is the most peculiar/memorable/ridiculous present you have ever received at Xmas time.

Come on - roll on up and spill your tale.

My own account regarding an inappropriate present stems back to when heavily pregnant with Mr Man (he was an early January baby). Cue Xmas day, gifts exchanged under the tree, everyone ooh-ing and aah-ing, and I am handed a box by Other Half - looking very pleased with himself I might add (although this was probably more to do with having succeeded, yet again, to cram all his shopping into a Xmas eve two-hour frenzy).

I open the box. It is a scuba-diving watch. I do not dive. Neither does he, nor have we any plans to pick up this sport in the near future. Regardless, I put the huge thing on, thank him graciously, if a little perplexed, and manage to postpone querying his motives until later that evening.

"Why?" I asked, none too subtlely.

"I thought you would go swimming with the baby," he replies.

"What, and dive to 30m?"

We exchanged it for something more practical as soon as the shops re-opened.

So, what's yours?

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