Men are known to be great big ogres. They don't remember birthdays, anniversaries or pretty much anything other than food.
This weekend the little Leprechaun phoned his 'Mommas', bought her a potted indoor plant, a card and invited them to the movies to see Dirty Dancing on the big screen. Just to top it off he made a potjie (stew on a outdoor fire or gas cooker) for 6 - and it was delicious.
I must admit that I'm the one that can't remember anniversaries. I can remember birthdays - and I buy great gifts most of the time.
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