My father brought home a chocolate advent calendar for my mother the other day. This is a gift which should give her great pleasure every day from the 1st December through to either the 24th or the 25th. Well, maybe "great" is a slight exaggeration, but you get the point.
As of teatime on the 27th November, she had scoffed all the chocolates and binned the calendar. That's just wrong.
I'd have got in so much trouble if I'd have done that as a kid.
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