My mother recently celebrated a very special huge birthday. Not the 100 but only 10 years off. Considering she was deemed too ill to be allowed home from hospital, therefore had to be put into a care home, the diagnosis must have been squiffy, as 8 years later, she is very much alive. There are the usual conflab a couple of months before her big birthday to discuss what my sisters and I were buying as presents.
I was detailed with buying a good selection of toiletries, maybe a couple of nice smelly body shower lotions – as soon as I went into the wonderful local independent pharmacy and found exactly the biz immediately. My mother’s absolute fave scent all the time we were growing up was also enjoying a 90th anniversay and their boxes all showed 1927 clearly emblazoned. One of each bought. Yeah. The pre purchase discussions snuff out spontinaity – but at least we don’t duplicate. Disasterville!