|Look at those beauties!|
They were my best ever present and in fact have never been surpassed. So, all those years later, when I saw the skates in the middle of that bedroom it was as nothing short of magical, and was as though Mum and Dad were giving me that present all over again. I wish I could thank them for those happy memories.
My worst ever Christmas present? Well, I feel a bit guilty about saying it's my worst present but it's certainly my most unusual and unexpected one. In 1982, when I was 21, Pope John Paul II visited the UK. Little did I know that that date would be imprinted on my mind forever by this present:
|Go on admit it, you're jealous aren't you?|
I went to visit the lovely lady who gave it to me the other day and was reminded once again of the scarf. I left her house with a Christmas gift from her which is now under the tree and I wonder if - after this year's Papal visit - I might get another one this year. I'll keep you posted.
Thanks to Linda Jones for prompting me to write this after reading her blog post on Ready for Ten.