...10 days to go and I havn't even started apart from 3 things for the bad taste lucky dip - anything at a quid or less (but not obscene). I've got a Hugh Grant DVD-97p from ASDA, a chocolate shitting reindeer toy - choccies look just like wee turds, probably taste like it too and a packet of 5xPeemates, those things they were flogging at T-in-the-Park that enables lassies to pish standing up, bad taste if ever there was.
Thought I'd cracked it with the wee barra, got a second hand tumble dryer, except it was as noisy as the one it replaced, and it leaked. The old bastard we got it from denied there was something wrong with it. The old cunt had to defend his stock, made sure the cheque didn't bounce to but the upshot was the wee barra got her own tumble dryer, so I'm back to sqare one for a chrissie pressie, and since I'm not on line yet, I havn't gone daft this year on eBay the way I did last year - although she did love all the created emerald & diamond stuff I got her last year.
Bet if I got her a load of sweeties in the big tubs they do at Costco - she be just as pleased.
For someone who claims to have a small stomach - well, she did have a gastro-jejunostomy done about 20 yrs ago - she can fair pack the sweets away. Eat a full meal or go out to a resaurant for a meal - most of it gets left on the plate.
Give her a 1lb bag of Revels - dissapears faster than snow off a dyke in the blazing sun!
Fuckin' gannet.
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