My late husband was completely useless at presents. I used to beg him to let me choose what I would like then he could wrap it up but his idea of a good present was a surprise so, no, I had to have something he chose. It was usually more of a shock than a surprise.
One year I asked if I could have a silk nightie. Now, I don't know about you, but to me that suggests something slinky and sexy, which is what I expected. What I got was made of silk all right but it was a maroon nightshirt with a collar and long sleeves and buttons up the front. Ah well, I suppose you could say he tried.
