Soon it is P's birthday. Today J and I went into town to pick him up after work as he said he'd got a lot of shopping. J and I used the opportunity to nip to a shop and buy him a birthday present - a tagine. Picked him up, got home, J smuggled the box in and hid it in his bedroom while P was unloading his bags of fruit and veg.
'Oh no! I left it at work,' said P.
'You left what at work?'
'It was meant to be a surprise, I saw they'd got a special offer on something we've wanted to get for ages...'
'Something to do with cooking?'
'Yes.'
'Something you cook things in?'
'Er yes.'
'Something with green and orange stripes on it that you cook Moroccan things in?'
Yes. He'd bought exactly the same one.
I suppose at least it shows it was a good choice of present.
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