Despite me telling him never to buy me clothes as a pressie ( after a few disastrous gifts ) , Paul bought me a jumper . Now I am usually quite good as hiding my true feelings, but I couldnt , it is hideous and I wonder how his mind works at times , maybe his stroke did more damage than we thought, in the perception department ? I wont post a photo as its from a well known store , and someone on here might have one and think it wonderful, but honestly , pink with raised bobbles , a very high roll neck and made of raggedy arsed wool

That wool which , as the body warms , sends you insane with itching and brings you out in a rash

. He asked Debbie to wrap it for him , she tells me of her horror , knowing I would hate it , thank goodness he saved the receipt , and thank goodness for a sense of humour xxx