We all have our critical weaknesses. Superman is useless around green crystals, Daleks aren’t much use on stairs and Jaws would be rendered decidedly glum and peckish if people decided to just go to the zoo instead. Not to be outdone by this lot, I’ve been thinking about what my Achilles heel is. And I’ve sussed it. Gift shopping.
I don’t know about you, but I’m well and truly into ‘birthday season’. In the remaining months before that celebration that occurs near the end of the year – we shan’t name it yet though, oh no! – about two thirds of the people I know will be celebrating. Well, either that or lamenting their advancing years.
No sooner had the last whiff of a barbecue been wafted away by a chilly early autumn breeze than the twin needs of stocking up at the local card shop and remortgaging my house in order to afford stamps had reared their ugly heads.
There are so many rounds of Happy Birthday to be sung. In fact, we use them as handy landmarks on the trudge towards that festive time in December. Dylan inevitably asks every day when it will take place.
Funnily enough, there’s a direct correlation between this question and the appearance of an advert for a certain toy. He now roughly knows when everyone’s birthday is. He can be relied upon to provide a complete and accurate list of who’s cakes he’ll be munching his way through – very much like the Very Hungry Caterpillar.
It’s not just the birthdays of those who are already among us to consider though. As is the way once you’re a certain age, everyone seems to be having babies and there’s another legion of the little lads and lasses on the way before halls up and down the land are decked with a certain variety of shrub.
I’ll readily admit to being awful at buying gifts. It gets me quite stressed. I like to refer to it as ‘my present tense’. I need all the help I can get. This is especially true when it comes to the arrival of a little one. Well, it’s the chance to get it right from the start again, isn’t it? If you, like me, have good impressions to make with the parents of new bundles of joy, places like The Baby Gift Gallery will come very much in handy.
So, even though I’ve resolved not to mention that occasion in which diets are forgotten and the entertainment consists of board games and arguments, I think I’m going to steal a march and capitalise on the modern wonder of the world that is internet shopping. I then may indeed be jolly when the season calls for it…
Disclosure: this is a collaborative post.