I stood for ages the other day wrapping things on the spare bed. Although present bags are handy things, there's just something about unwrapping a parcel, isn't there, so even though I did have a few bags, I also wrapped the parcels too. As the afternoon wore on I was so needing a cup of tea (OH was in the other room watching the millionth repeat of Last of the Summer Wine, so there was no point in yelling through to him to make me one). By the time I got to the last two or three parcels they were embellished not with pretty bows, but with long white hairs pulled out of my head by the sellotape that stuck to everything except the paper.