My brother did quite well this year, an electric corkscrew.
But you are right, it's the thoughtlessness. And I find it stressful wondering what he will get me.
I don't even celebrate it so I'm quite happy with nothing.
I'm also really easy to buy for, I have worn the same perfume for about 30 years. I drink red wine, love the occasional port and love my kindle.
I have arthritis in virtually every joint in my body, it is psoriatic so affects my skin and some times my eyes. My kindle means I don't need to hold a heavy book, I can change the font (I'm also dyslexic). My arthritis means I'm permanently disabled and the DSS report said, "No realistic possibility of work".
I used to love doing arts and crafts.
So over the years my brother has bought me
Books, heavy books.
A Ukulele.
A colouring book and pencils.
Fimo.
It's like he sits down and thinks, "What did my sister used to enjoy but she can't do now?"
And it all comes from Amazon. Oh I have a wish list on Amazon.
Anyway, this year he got a book from me, this one
www.amazon.co.uk/Prick-Succulents-Choosing-Styling-Caring/dp/1784723673