My DM was never very good at buying presents since I got married.
Think wire coat hangers, used make up etc it got to the stage
I opened any present a couple of days before so not to be upset on the day.
Unfortunately in may she went into a care home with dementia.
Now she has no idea who I am.
On Thursday I got upset that I wasn't going to get a shit present after seeing her
that morning where again she asked who I was. Silly really as I've complained
for the last 40 odd years.
Friday evening DH got me a box. (Yes it was just a cardboard box)
DS and Dil got me the most hideous looking handbag.
DD bought an orange plastic necklace.
And to top it off the grandchildren gave me a box of chocolates with 5 missing.
Don't worry I had lovely gifts from them all this morning.
Silly how upset I got over something I've moaned about.