Ooh, Laura, I'll have your green pendants if you don't want them.
I can swap them for my snakes - for those of you who haven't heard the snake story, it goes as follows:
(As reported to me by BF, 3 weeks before my birthday many years ago)
DH: What can I get LC for her birthday?
BF: There's a lovely stall in Covent Garden that does solid silver dragon and unicorn (hey, it was the early 90's) necklaces and earrings, she'd love that. Why don't we go together and I'll show you where it is?
DH (in cold sweat at idea of doing both public transport and shopping): Erm, I'll think about it.
BF: Just let me know - any weekend!
Cut to 27 days later, late night shopping in our local town centre. DH dashes into H. Samuels. I can only imagine the conversation went something like this:
DH: Have you got any dragon or unicorn jewellery?
Spotty youth on counter: Nah, mate.
DH (in muck sweat of panic): Nothing? I need to get some dragons or unicorns for my wife's birthday tomorrow!
SYOC (smelling desperation in the air): we got snakes, mate.
DH: Snakes?
SYOC: Yeah, mate - 9 carat gold. Quality!
DH (rationalising snakes/dragons, dragons/snakes, it's all the same): I'll take them!
At the time, I only wore silver.
What BF suggested looked like this
What I got resembled these only tackier.
I find it funny now...