| YES! Nans are.
One Christmas my Nan called round to 'drop off the gifts' to myself and my sister. My sister got a BIG box and I got a small one - and my sis opened her's first - it was a GhettoBlaster. My sister was about 8 at the time, so I thought 'waheyyy!' Nan's on the ball this year. You see- the previous 3 years (yes, 3) she'd given me a duvet. Yes...a plain single duvet. No cover, no nothing - just the duvet- but don't complain, right?
Sooo I'm thinking alrighty then - deffo not a duvet! Gotta beat a GhettoBlaster. Nan left and I eventually opened my gift, dead excited. Talk aout an anticlimax. It was a giftwrapped Bumper Value pack of Christmas cards...only...no christmas cards inside the box..just shredded newspaper...so I rummage and rummage trying to find the 'small and expensive' thing she MUST have hidden in it...but no. Nada. So I empty the whole lot out on a tea-tray convinced I missed it...only there's nothing. I put every last one of the damned shreds of paper off the tray one by one. SHAG BLOODY ALL IN THE BOX. My sister still thinks it's f******** hilarious. The year after that, my nan took my cousin on holiday to Portugal. She gave me a pair of tights. Lovely. Makes you feel so loved, y'know?
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