I’m a grandmother of sixty and I decided to put pen to paper, well it's actually more like fingers to the computer keyboard I guess. I must tell you of an enjoyable experience I had just lately. A fortnight prior to my Father's eightieth birthday, I was just off the telephone to my daughter, learning about the small surprise celebration organised for him at their own place. I agreed it appeared to be a great idea and decided I'd assemble a selection of items for him too. I figured that I had struck on the ideal gift. I reckoned I would turn into a whiz at assembling gift hampers. My Daughter had suggested she come over and take me shopping to Perth, that's not far away.
My father doesn’t consume much alcohol, however, he really enjoys the odd glass of red along with his dinner. He reckons it is because it aids his digestion, and who am I to argue. Therefore, the first item I planned to include in the basket had to be a top quality, regional bottle of Merlot or Cabernet Sauvignon, or perhaps a blend of both.
I would have to add a choice of chutney and relish as well, for he’ll frequently enhance a salad using these. He prefers several varieties, but Ogilvie is one brand he is very fond of, and so I put that on the list. I added a jar of honey to the checklist too, as well as some chocolates, or perhaps a rocky road which he'll typically nibble while he views television in the evening.
I decided to put plenty of ideas on the list and be all set to adjust it while at the shops. Also, he loves olives, so I added them, in addition to some mature cheddar and tasty ricotta cheese too. Even though nuts create mayhem with his dentures, he is always ready to tackle them regardless, so they were also put in, along with a packet of sweet biscuits and a nut or perhaps fruit cake to which he is also partial.
Eventually I’d prepared a whole listing of ideal gourmet items. I reckoned I would stick the items in a nice woven basket and was all ready for an extended shopping expedition when my daughter appeared. What’s that expression concerning the best laid plans going awry; nonetheless, all is well which ends well isn’t it. When she eventually arrived, late as usual, I discovered she wasn’t going near the city at all. I was somewhat put out initially and I showed her the list I had spent all morning in assembling.
She read the list and nodded her head, grinning knowingly as she looked at me and quickly suggested we lookup ‘gift hampers Perth’ on the computer. In seconds she'd a screen with a list nearly the same as the one I'd spent all morning developing. It was called ‘The Best of the West Gift Basket’, and all the items had been included in a woven seagrass tray. Appeared ideal and I knew I wouldn’t miss being forced to spend three hours searching through countless stores either.
In order to celebrate, we went off and had our hair done, and afterward enjoyed a pleasing cup of tea, together with scones, in the foothills to the west of Perth. The gift hamper appeared by the due date and also seemed to be the best present my dad received for his eightieth, so it definitely is all is very well which ends up well.
