"I am so ill, I can hardly speak."
....you know the scene in Persuasion?! If only the sight of a few walking friends would do the same for me as it did for her!
Anyway, that's not what I came to tell you.
My Christmas present arrived yesterday. (Hey - different time zone. What can I say ...?)
Well, before I show you what it is:
Have y' all seen Father of the Bride with Steve Martin? You know when his daughter receives the Juicer from her fiancee as an 'anniversary' present? You remember?
And you remember that she, er, ... let's just say she 'lost it'.
"What message is he trying to give me, Dad?"
"Er... that a juicer would be nice in your kitchen, maybe??"
She then rants and raves about what the stereotypical 1950s housewife connotations of what he bought her were.
(Of course, the thought that anybody could imagine me as the stylish, elegant, skillful homemaker that was the 50s housewife.....well, we can but dream.)
My Christmas present isn't a juicer, but you can bear in mind the fact that us women often wonder what a gift-giver had in mind when a certain gift was bought.
You want to know what the Builder gave me?
I'm in bed with the flu and so can't even test it out. But I am well enough to ask the Builder, 'Er, what exactly are you trying to tell me?'!!