Last year, when I opened my birthday present from DH of 48 years, I found an oven glove inside. As I was feeling a bit lacking in confidence in myself at the time (too fat, bad hair cut - you know the feeling!), I felt mortified. He explained that when we had been away a week previously I had looked in a shop window and said how much I liked the blessed oven glove, and I would love it for the kitchen. In fact, I had been talking about the colour of it, not the glove itself, which has hideous bunny rabbits over it and not at all my thing! Even my usually understanding husband couldn't understand quite why I was upset - he who usually buys me something lovely. My DIL always buys something for the kitchen, some small gadget which is usually not very useful or which I already have. One year she bought me a bottle of Chanel to thank me for all my help, I still treasure the empty bottle!