First of all, why is it that my kids nag me for weeks leading up to Christmas to give them some ideas as to what I would like, and rarely can I think of anything that I really would appreciate.
However, come January 2nd I have a mental list of things I really do need to buy and kick myself for (yet again) not jotting them down as potential presents.
So off I go to that well known online retailer who will deliver these things I'm desperate for the next afternoon.
And duly delivered they are on the afternoon of 3rd January. It's now the 8th January and the two cardbord boxes remain unopened in my hall where I first put them.
So I've lazily gone even longer without a pair of decent kitchen scissors, a small non-stick frying pan and a new phone charger. Along with tumble dryer balls (who knew?) moisturiser as mine will run out soon(ish) and lip balm to join its many companions lurking in drawers and handbags and pockets.
Must have really needed it all
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(I'm off to open the boxes now!)
Banking Bullies! Feeling ignored, and most un'appy


