Oh Swedes
Oh christ, I don't know. Every year, I have a conversation wtih DP where he says 'I don't know what to get you and I'm working so hard I don't have time' and I say, don't worry , it's fine, God knows you're under the cosh and it's the thought that counts.
And then I get pissed and very, very hurt on the night itself and wail is it too much to ask that somebody - anybody - thinks, just once, of what might make ME happy. Just for one bloody, bloody night of the year?
Every year, same conv, probably 10 years now.
Does DP cook the rest of the time? ie was this rather ..limp..Special Treat, poorly executed but with good intentions?
have to say I don't think they geddit.
HAAAAAPPPPY BIIIIIRTHDAY!