Evening all, hope you are well, and sending every good wish to all.
Well, Mr P has finally opened his own Amazon account, I think my irate response to being told that an air purifier that I had (not) ordered, was on it's way (In fairness to him, I had told him that I had been diagnosed with COPD, and he has a bit of a knee jerk reaction.) has finally made him stop using mine! )
But now the worry starts. He has proudly declared that he has bought "all" of my Christmas presents
On previous Christmas mornings, I have opened a parcel that by the shape I was pretty certain/hoping that it was some kind of tablet, perhaps a Hudl?
No, it was a digital air compressor, because I had had an unfortunate incident a few months earlier with a flat tyre.
On another Christmas morning, I was presented with a beautifully wrapped toilet seat. In all fairness to him, I had been complaining about the seat in the downstairs loo, which had the tendency to try to throw you off sideways like a bucking bronco, or let the lid slam down on your back, so I suppose it did at least show he had been listening!
In his defence, some years ago when I was at the height of menopausal hot flushes, he bought me 2 gorgeous chrome sort of retro fans, one for the kitchen, one for the bedroom.
But I'm still a tad apprenhensive..................................!