So Santa? If you are reading this blog let me just say
"I spy towels."
Yep, that's it - towels. Lovely big, fluffy, new towels.
You see, CK has spent some minutes of his spare time over the last few weeks pulling up lino and the cork tiles under them, stripping back lining paper and rewiring bits of electrical stuff to give the bathroom a flash-whizzy new look. And it suddenly occurred to me last night, that even when the painting is done (edited to say 'redone - that colour, eurgh!') the bathroom will still be suffering from the nastiest case of S.O.T.S.you've ever seen.
Yes, we have been struck by Same Old Towel Syndrome. When I stepped back and looked at them objectively it occurred to me that ALL my towels are nasty. They are old and all crinkled and unattractively gathered. I didn't choose most of them so they are in patterns and colours I don't particularly like and the youngest of them is over three years old.
That doesn't sound like an especially advanced age for towels but that is two out of nearly 20. Most of them were wedding presents (12 years) and some gifted to CK by my mother over time - thus making some potenially 17 years old!
Obviously some we will keep for when the puppy arrives but if Santa is as good to me as I hope then the rest are off to god without a backward glance.