Wednesday, 14 December 2011
An email from the Lovely Son has just arrived, entitled "HELL", and continuing "...LLLLLLLLP". He has trailed hither and yon through the shops, he writes, and can't find anything for my Christmas present. What would I like? Please would I just tell him and rescue him from his misery.
Familiar and entirely predictable, this missive, given the time of year, although rather earlier than usual. His shopping desperation generally becomes acute around the 22nd of December; clearly he is better prepared this year. Shop early for your Christmas despair.
So what would I like?
I have no idea. Not within his budget, anyway, although if a garden designer were to become affordable - which for him would mean in the pocket-money bracket rather than at the RHS standard - I wouldn't say no.
But I don't need anything, I don't yearn for anything, I am sick of living with too much stuff, and I don't want any more. What I really would like is for him to be here, spending time with me, and muttering his trenchantly bah-humbug views on the over-commercialised consumer society.
I've told him I need time to think.
Delaying tactics that could run to December 22nd and beyond.
Posted by rachel at 13:53