Buying presents for boys’ birthdays is such a nuisance, isn’t it?
I’m talking about boys of all ages. Especially since Diary of a Wimpy Kid came out which, seemingly, has a phrase in it about only ever getting clothes as presents.
That thought stuck in my head as I trawled the world looking for inspiration for gifts for my son, husband and brother.
Then joy of joy. I realised that I was hindering myself by thinking only of gender-specific presents.
Which is why my son’s getting cushions for his bedroom (which he is rapidly turning into an apartment), my husband’s getting an ironing board and my brother’s getting garden fairy lights. The tides are turning. Bring on Christmas – it’s going to be pink.