DMIL used to buy me waist slips and yes, American Tan tights, always XXL (I was an 8 stone waif in those days!). And Ferrero Rocher, my least favourite chocolates (though I managed to force them down
). We always got on well, so I don't think it was anything personal, she was just a bit unobservant!
I've been very lucky and had some lovely presents over the years. But my favourite was the puppy hiding, trembling, under the kitchen table on Christmas morning when I was 6. We had a pub and my dad had driven a drunk home on Christmas Eve, saw that he had a poor, skinny, badly-treated little pup and bought it off him for the price of a pint. We were best friends for years 