He walked into the bedroom brandishing a golden box tied in a silky red ribbon.
My husband looked pleased with himself as he presented my birthday present to me and I excitedly clambered up onto the pillow to give myself more elbow room to open it.
“Wow!” I exclaimed back.
I quickly undid the ribbon and with great anticipation, as I had absolutely no idea what he had thought to buy me for my birthday, opened the golden box.
Inside was the most beautifully packaged and presented array of cosmetics sprawled on a luxurious cloth of gold.
Anti-ageing night cream, wrinkle-reducing eye cream, plumping serum for thin lips and other wonderful tubs and tubes.
“Sweetheart they’re lovely, thank you so much,” I said hugely delighted ……….and slightly disappointed at the same time.
Delighted that he had gone to the effort of buying something for me all on his own, and a little disappointed that I have now reached the stage where my husband thinks I need youth aid. I of course, don’t think do…
But, it seems he’s not alone.
Just a day later on a fabulous girls weekend in Sydney, which co-incidentally co-incided with my birthday, I had to go into a store to stock up on a skin care stable I had run out of.
I quickly bought the (non-age defining) item and the lovely young sales girl offered me up some samples of other products to try.
Yah more presents.
And they were gifts….from the range of PURELY AGE-DEFYING!!
To make me feel better and younger, I was forced to go shopping for some jeans and boots.
Back home my husband insisted I didn’t look any older than I wanted to look and he bought those products because he thought that was what I wanted.
With a sigh of relief I worked out, he’d misheard me telling the girls I wanted hand cream for my birthday.
So with his birthday in just a few days I think it’s only fair I go in search of some anti-hearing loss items for him. Of course I will wrap them beautifully in a golden box.