Twitching about Christmas presents...

Well, what are you getting yours? Socks? Oh, come on, you can do better than that... Though, in fairness, mine would be quite happy with a few new pairs. So he says. But might look a bit mournful if that was all he found in his pillow case on the 25th. Buying for difficult men, I mean, buying for men is difficult. However, I am hugging myself because I think I've found the answer.

We went our separate ways this weekend: him to Northamptonshire and me to Cardiff to catch up with friends. While I was away, I was entranced by the birds purposefully flying into my friends' garden. There was quite a range of different birds around a feeder. It inspired me. This is what I would  buy Dearest for Christmas. When he came back from his travels, I couldn't believe that he too had experienced the joys of watching feeding birds at Rushden.  In fact, he mentioned it more than once. So I showed absolutely zilch interest, apart from saying dismissively that I'd seen it all in Wales. Because I wanted to put him off the scent.
Dearest is very partial to peanuts (of the oily, salted variety). So I will buy him a big bag of bird-friendly peanuts which will slow him down considerably, and be better for his cholesterol. Then he will open his surprise bird-feeder. (Ta-rah! I bet you wish you could be here..)
And then, I will open my surprise present and no doubt receive something very similar. And how we will laugh about great minds and big tits.

In this unpredictable world, I at least, can be relied upon. To lower the tone..