Oh how MrSpud just adores this story…
Let’s go back. Way back. Way back when. Back to the early days of me and MrSpud’s courtship, when we were young, less lined and at least one of us was a whole lot less shouty. Let’s go back to Christmas 2001 shall we? We’d been dating for 3 months, it was getting serious – he’d given me a key for his house, I’d introduced him to my cats…you know the score.
He’d impressed me with his ability to actually ‘give me a call sometime’ and I’d started to adjust to Life with a Little Bloke (although I was still hoping he might grow at that stage, or that he might consider built up shoes?)
And then, out of nowhere, it was Christmas and it was time to meet ‘the family’. I remember parking outside MrSpud’s family home feeling a little shaky with nerves, but felt a whole lot better after spotting MrSpud at the window upstairs and giving him a cheery wave and enthusiastically blowing kisses to him. Thank GOD I didn’t take it any further as it turned out to be MrSpud’s brother, and not MrSpud, at the window. Not a brilliant start I will admit.
After that it all went swimmingly. I loved them, they loved me, we all loved each other. There was a ‘bit’ of a moment when they forced me to endure 3 hours of Hobbit related nonsense at the cinema but I was full of bonhomie and only penciled them in to the Grudge Book, for review at a later date.
And then came the time for ‘The Exchange of Gifts’ between me and MrSpud. Naturally, this being our first Christmas, I had spent hours researching and sourcing unusual and fitting gifts…a book he’d mentioned he’d love that was out of print…a tedious TV documentary he had loved as a teenager…and a ‘new to the market must have’ watch with a camera in it. Each lovingly wrapped and beautifully presented. He was thrilled with them all…I had triumphed.
Then he handed me a couple of plastic carrier bags and mumbled something about ‘not knowing what to get me’. I was alarmed at the weight of the bags but quickly computed that heavy = loads of gifts and relaxed.
I started ferreting around in the bags and was a bit puzzled to find a sea of white tissue paper. At this point MrSpud started to look a bit shifty and mumbled something about not having had time to wrap my presents. These days I would immediately start berating him for such a transgression, but it was early days and I let it lie (whilst frantically scribbling the Grudge Book). Fiinally I got to the bottom of all the tissue paper and unearthed…a set of saucepans. With the price still on. AND THEY WERE 50% OFF.
Yes, that’s right. My husband bought me saucepans, in the sale, for our first Christmas together. And didn’t even wrap them up, he just handed them over in the bags from the shop. WHAT…THE..HELL…WAS…HE…THINKING?
He will never, ever live this story down. His friends howled at him when they found out. As a punishment he has to cook my dinner every night for as long as those saucepans are still intact. They are Le Creuset. They have a lifetime guarantee….who’s laughing now, saucepan boy?
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