DH is brilliant. He loves buying presents. He takes huge time and care researching them. And will buy the best version of the thing that he can get.
But this year it's gone too far.
I needed a new hair brush. He said "I'll buy you that for Christmas" intending it as a little stocking filler.
I said a tangle teezer would be good because my hair's a bit brittle.
So he researched hair brushes. And rather than a tangle teezer, I got a £100 brush made from wild boar hair or some mad shit.
Ditto with socks - I asked for socks. I said I like the M&S thickish socks because I get cold feet.
He got me socks from the people who make socks for the pope. Seriously. They're bloody freezing, I've had to put some Primark bed socks over the top.
I'm grateful. I love that DP takes time and effort to get me lovely things. I make the right noises. I wear/use what I get.
But I just want some normal shit.