I Saved Three Turtles and a Dolphin Yesterday
Saving the planet and other questionable hobbies
Once a man goes past a certain age, buying him Christmas presents can become something of a trauma. Of course, if he plays golf or collects sports memorabilia, things might be a little easier. If he happens to be a grumpy old git, whose main pastime is walking, then life for the shopper is hard. How many pairs of socks can you give to the man who has everything before he stops talking to you?
I have to say that this Christmas, my wife excelled herself. Reading me like a book, though perhaps a dog eared one that she was on the verge of palming off to the local charity shop, she presented me with a garbage stick.
For those of you not au fait with the term, a garbage stick is a device that enables the user to pick up items by operating a tiny pincher at the end of a metal stick. This saves him having to bend over every five minutes, but it also eliminates the need to make contact with a vast range of not very hygienic bits and pieces.
