..have a word with Mr Dunnit will you? I'm fairly sure that he deliberately misunderstood my simple answer to his annual question: 'what shall I get you for Christmas, darling?'
Now you see, we've had a year; if you swing by this blog relatively regularly, you might have started to understand that I returned to work full time after being a pampered and spoilt lazy stay at home mum for bloomin' years. I know that the world over I'm not doing nearly as much as millions of women do on a daily basis....but nevertheless, full time, moi?! And this work? For the first couple of months, unpaid and frankly, with some resistance, for Mr Dunnit at his Joinery Company. Then I kinda got into it a bit and started to accept that really, I should help out because I could. So I embraced it. And the nice part was (apart from secretly enjoying it) - I thought it would leave me with some choices in the Christmas present department. After all, I was being ever so good!
So I answered, unassumingly and with very un-greedy good grace, that something large and very shiny would be just lovely, thank you. By which of course, I meant a chunk of diamond on a ring, chain or earring posts - but you understood that immediately, huh.
Imagine my surprise then, on the 23rd December when a delivery was made at home of fifteen different size brown boxes, all relatively heavy and unhelpfully labelled in a language I do not speak.
Yep, it was my large shiny Christmas present alright. See how it shines.So Santa, now it's installed and making the wood burner useable, I like it, really I do. Seriously though, - can you help him sort out his idea of a lovely pressie? And can you help him speak girly so I don't have to be my own interpreter next year? Can you please?
Yours in beautiful snug warmth, and constant romantic hope
Julia (Number 3 kerjillion and 12 on the nice list.)