‘The usual sir?’
I gave her a blank stare.
‘I’d like to see some gold necklaces please.’
Two trays appeared from the display cabinet.
With deliberation I examined rows of chains with pendants.
‘I’ll have this one please.’ I’d chosen a pendant with two hands clasped.
‘Thank you sir. Would you like me to wrap it?’
On Christmas morning I presented my gift.
‘Merry Christmas my dear,’ I said, pleased with the unique gift.
She lifted the necklace from the box and sighed deeply.
‘Horace, it’s the same necklace three years in a row!’
Bugger…I (really) need to remember…