For the record, the charity paid for carers to accompany disabled, ill and, indeed, terminally ill believers to visit a shrine (Lourdes) that suggests, with their sufficient faith, it can cure them. I see this as a terrible and painful deception of the sick and disabled and it is not improved with all the souvenir tat on display for people to buy.
However, my affection for my host persuaded me that this was not about me, but about him. I did want to give him a present, although he wasn't asking for one, and this was the present he truly wanted. So, I screwed my notes tightly together in a spiral of confusion (what I would have spent on an object wrapped in jolly paper) and put them in the basket.
He has no idea how I agonised over something so silly or that I put a gift in the basket. Mr absent didn't realise anything about all this apart from the odd hissed whisper that he missed until I explained what I was posting on Gransnet today.