Why bother getting VOUCHERS for her ? Just give her CASH instead, then she can spend it wherever she WANTS.
And you can make a dirty evening out of it, making out she's a PROSSIE and that.
Where's all the WOMEN around here?
I was actually thinking of VOUCHERS for some nice shop or summat. Then they can get what they want and I reckon it's well THOUGHTFUL too. And easy. And it's quite hard to f*** up.
And it's quite hard to f*** up.
men...
My wife's always WHINING about the cold. I'm gonna pinch that idea. CHARS EASY.Tell you what I did one year, as an extra pressie for the missus (not her MAIN one of course).
I strumbled out of the pub on Christmas Eve far later than I had intended, and staggered up the High Street in Haywards Heath on a mission to buy her "something". It was about 5.30 (I'd been in the pub since lunchtime), and the only thing that was still open was a Robert DYAS. So I blearily perused a few pressure cookers and saucepans, before happening across an ELECTRIC BLANKET. She's ALWAY moaning about being cold, so I bought it.
Here's the really GOOD bit though. I couldn't be bothered to wrap it, and the state I was in it would have ended up looking like it had already been opened once. So I got home (after almost leaving it on the train), sneaked upstairs and INSTALLED it on the bed without her knowing, and switched it on. Had a very pleasant Christmas Eve evening with the egg nog, Baileys, mint Matchmakers, Twiglets and a DVD.
So then the time comes for us to troop up the wooden hills. She climbs into the surprising and completely unexpected WARMTH of the freshly electrocuted bed. I gave a cheeky wink and slurred "Merry Christmas darling". She got out and punched me in the face.
(she didn't really - she was well chuffed. The blanket didn't come off till about May).
Tell you what I did one year, as an extra pressie for the missus (not her MAIN one of course).
I strumbled out of the pub on Christmas Eve far later than I had intended, and staggered up the High Street in Haywards Heath on a mission to buy her "something". It was about 5.30 (I'd been in the pub since lunchtime), and the only thing that was still open was a Robert DYAS. So I blearily perused a few pressure cookers and saucepans, before happening across an ELECTRIC BLANKET. She's ALWAY moaning about being cold, so I bought it.
Here's the really GOOD bit though. I couldn't be bothered to wrap it, and the state I was in it would have ended up looking like it had already been opened once. So I got home (after almost leaving it on the train), sneaked upstairs and INSTALLED it on the bed without her knowing, and switched it on. Had a very pleasant Christmas Eve evening with the egg nog, Baileys, mint Matchmakers, Twiglets and a DVD.
So then the time comes for us to troop up the wooden hills. She climbs into the surprising and completely unexpected WARMTH of the freshly electrocuted bed. I gave a cheeky wink and slurred "Merry Christmas darling". She got out and punched me in the face.
(she didn't really - she was well chuffed. The blanket didn't come off till about May).