Christmas present

Dave’s ‘Piece de resistance’ as he called it (he thinks he is cool when he jibbers a bit of French) was M’s Christmas present. What a joke! M, like any other woman, would no doubt like jewelery or clothes or even a new puppy for me to play with and her to cuddle. But oh no. Dave excelled himself and arrived in on Christmas morning driving an old tractor for M. It was a bright red 1961 Massey Ferguson that he said was the same model her Dad used to drive. She pretended to love it but burst into tears she was so upset. I did my best to look excited and make her feel better, but all the time I was thinking ‘Dave, Dave, will you ever learn!’.