A taster from my not-so-small collection.
My favourite is the Welsh love spoon I bought for my husband after a "I've just had a baby, I'm exhausted and you don't understand" argument. Sound familiar? We were visiting friends who have a holiday home in the Mumbles, Swansea (where I went to University) for new years 2005. Tommy was only 4 months old and Ruby wasn't even 2. I have fond memories of it now but at the time I was in that horrible, tearful state brought on by countless sleepless nights, a colicky baby and constant breastfeeding. My poor husband often bore the brunt of my exhausted temper.
Yesterday night I reversed out of the garage straight into his car. I didn't tell him until today, but the evidence is there, plain to see on both cars. This time his forgiveness might take more than a love spoon.