A BAG OF MONEY

After depositing a present for a child in a Gift Bank, I was presented with a net bag full of milk chocolate money coins.

The first nursery kid I saw on the street got them. I did ask the [taken aback] surprised, parents first.

“Oh goody chocolate”, said the kid as soon as he saw the bag, which he rapidly reached  forward to snatch, iniating an embarrassed  parental chorus of, “ Say please and say thank you”.  Neither nicety materialised from delighted single-minded junior.

…….”It’s Christmas.” I said, and went on my way.

I couldn’t resist looking back.  The grown-ups had happy smiles on their faces.

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MAY BE A KILT OR A DRESS

My eyes were fixed to the task in hand, cutting gift paper to wrap up the surprise packages for Christmas.  I roughly measured up a square packet.  It was a suit cover for hubby that I bought some time ago.

I turned over the packet, label up and read…..“Travel or dust cover suitable for long dresses”.

Whew!  That was fortuitous. Even a kilt would not match the description of  ‘a long dress’.  It looks like hubby’s loss is my gain.   Now then, where to find a long dress; maybe  there’s a silver lining after all!

CARROTS

We’ve got a gift hubby said. We don ‘t get post on a Sunday nor any other kind of package or parcel deliveries. They arrive only on weekdays.

So I said………Ooh, have we, where is it?

It’s in the garden, said hubby.

Where, I asked?

By the fence, look……

Right enough, almost camouflaged with all the greenery, was a small bunch of carrots, freshly picked by the farmer, our neighbour. She has a good throwing technique, over a 6 feet chain link fence where the carrots, untied, made a soft landing and all together.

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CARROTS

We’ve got a gift hubby said. We don ‘t get post on a Sunday nor any other kind of package or parcel deliveries.  They arrive only on weekdays.

So I said………Ooh, have we, where is it?

It’s in the garden, said hubby.

Where, I asked?

By the fence, look……

Right enough, almost camouflaged with all the greenery, was a small bunch of carrots, freshly picked by the farmer, our neighbour.  She has a good throwing technique, over a 6 feet chain link fence where the carrots, untied, made a soft landing and all together.

 

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BIRTHDAY GIFT DILEMMAS

Another birthday present, one which had to be posted, was not quite complete. A voucher would add to the gift quite nicely, I thought. One store, a national chain, only one of two in our town, provided gift vouchers from the till receipt roll. I could see it getting thrown out with the paper waste. It was just a horrible scrap of paper. No way was I giving something looking like that!

Now you would think my next idea was a good one wouldn’t you. A book token that can be exchanged for a purchase in any bookshop in the land that participates in the scheme. “Oh there’s none left. They’re on order. The organisation is changing from card tokens to a plastic electronic card system. We should have them in a couple of weeks.” Yeah, tell me another one. I know this shop’s business patter. You wait and return, to find they still haven’t got what you wanted or ordered.

I was frustrated, bordering on annoyance. Over a cup of coffee and a good home made cheese scone, I considered my options. There weren’t very many. Although there was one more national chain store to try, it was by no means certain that they had gift vouchers in this branch. I rang sprog 300 miles away. Yes, a voucher could be purchased and sent direct by sprog, if I emailed the address etc. What a convoluted way to have to do things!

At the post office counter, I moaned about my experiences. “I think we sell vouchers”, said the counter clerk, disappearing as she spoke, into the back office and returning with the information. I bought one of their gift vouchers. It could be spent in many stores nationwide, the majority of which don’t exist where we live, but do trade where the birthday present was going. I unsealed the parcel and put in the plastic electronic card with its presentation envelope. The counter clerk offered to tape up my re-opened package.

OH GLORY!

I HAVE JUST WRAPPED UP THE FIRST CHRISTMAS PRESENT, NOTWITHSTANDING THE PILE TO COME – IT IS A CRUNCHY BATH TIME DUCK.  IT WAS SITTING ON MY DESK ALL BRIGHT EYED AND PEERING AT ME.  I DECIDED THERE WAS NOTHING FOR IT BUT TO SWADDLE IT IN GLITTERY WRAP, IN READINESS FOR ITS YOUNG RECIPENT.