I'd been led to believe that the boy and I wouldn't be exchanging presents for Valentine's Day, and I wasn't too put out about it. It's pretty hard shopping for gifts when the buggy doesn't get into the doorway of most shops, and I'm not organised enough to order something online ahead of time. Just finding a decent greeting card took a while (I chose a card with a romantic picture of that lovely couple Shrek and Princess Fiona).
And then the boy rang me from work, asking whether I'd checked my emails lately. He'd sent me an Amazon gift voucher. Within the hour, I had chosen a bevy of Buffy books.
I'd actually intended to spend exactly the value of the gift voucher, but it's tricky when the cost of freight seems to vary depending of how much the books add up to. So I thought, What the heck, just order whatever I want:
"Slayer: The Last Days of Sunnydale" by Keith Topping;
"Why Buffy Matters : The Art of Buffy the Vampire Slayer" by Rhonda Wilcox;
"Reading Angel : The TV Spin-off With a Soul" by Stacey Abbott;
"Finding Serenity : Anti-Heroes, Lost Shepherds and Space Hookers in Joss Whedon's Firefly (Smart Pop series)" by Glenn Yeffeth;
"Buffy The Vampire Slayer: Radio Sunnydale" (music CD).
No more parenting books for me.