The worst presents I received were pretty much every year from my Mum, she's useless.
The best of the worst was when she bought me a Barry Norman film review book in 2005 but it was the 1995 version, 2nd hand too obviously. It had pencil markings and torn pages but to top it off there was a lovely note on the first page:
"To Ant, I know its 10 years old but what do you think I am? Made of money? Merry Christmas, love Mum x"
Thanks Mum, you're the greatest.
It was followed up the next year with Superdrug Shampoo and a pencil. You couldn't even make this stuff up.
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