Oo stop being mean to the nice man...
I do not want either an electric potato peeler or a venetian blind cleaner. I have had both these presents. I cried inside.
Presents from DP previously which have been brilliant:
Spectacular 1930s jewellery (and he'd secretly measured my finger while I was asleep so it fitted, the love)
A gourmet weekend to Tyddyn Llan in North Wales, to L'Enclume in the Lakes, and to Cellar Can Rocca in Girona, a Masterchef Australia apron, and an afternoon as a sous chef in a Michelin restaurant (I likes my food)
What I would like this time:
The contents of the Poetry and Anthropologie catalogues
A clean and capacious make up bag from somewhere posh
A make up lesson at somewhere cool eg Jemma Kidd (if she's fab at doing it though herself do not buy this as she will cry)
Posh sunglasses (and the corresponding superpower which means I don't lose them)
Riding lesson vouchers
Classy bedlinen (Gingerlily is lovely)
Weekend lie-in vouchers
Tickets for stand up gigs, dinner before, babysitter arranged, so you can laugh away your cares and feel young again
If the cow gets ANY of these I will be
