For context, I'm Autistic, so had a lifetime of being the strange one, but wanted to check this out to see if IABU...
Most boring story in the world ever, my Mum who is not my Mum (friend who is 25 years older than me, whom I became a '2nd daughter to' because she lost her adult daughter and I lost my Mother at around the same time) sent me as a Christmas present slippers I sent her 3 years ago!
They were bloody lovely, expensive slippers and I'm not upset she didn't use them (some long story about them not feeling right), but what is the logic in sending them back to me?!
Asking as, am I'm wondering whether it's my Autistic brain, or is this weird?!