No-one wants to hear these words shortly before their birthday: ‘Can you buy your own card and I’ll sign it?’
My response was swift, short and a bit sweary.
I don’t know why men have such a problem dealing with birthdays, or why they automatically seem to need the help of either their mother or wife in these matters.
Is it simply that they are thoughtless oafs, or is there a biological reason why they need presents and cards to be bought for them?
I’m convinced it’s their inability to remember basic things that explains why so many have their wife’s name or wedding anniversary date tattooed on their skin.
These memorable events only come round once a year – and the date doesn’t change – so there’s no excuse.