I will preface this post by acknowledging that I’m a wee bit anal when it comes to the giving, and receiving, of gifts. I am what is referred to as a “Gifts” person; it is my Love Language, apparently. I agonise for days, weeks even over ensuring the recipient of my gifts gets exactly what they want/need/like/value. “Whatever” and “this’ll do” are not acceptable … it is an art, and I’m a little pedantic about it.
Which is why this post.
You see, for Christmas, I received an iron. It