GruntPuppy
pfm Member
I'm lucky in that the people who buy me presents are smart enough to give me what I want (more particularly need) rather than what they think I should have...
So my Crap presents of joy this year are:
an 80kg capacity collapsible sack truck so I can use my old depsack to fetch shopping from the nearby supermarkets with much reduced difficulty, and a pair of new patrol boots, because I've worn the last pair out walking the hellhound and the ankle support from a boot is rather useful.
What wierd crap are you dudes asking for this year (I should warn, I've taken to using bronouns, which are non-denominational; several of my younger friends are trans, and it saves me having to remember who's what, especially useful when the brain fog hits!)
So my Crap presents of joy this year are:
an 80kg capacity collapsible sack truck so I can use my old depsack to fetch shopping from the nearby supermarkets with much reduced difficulty, and a pair of new patrol boots, because I've worn the last pair out walking the hellhound and the ankle support from a boot is rather useful.
What wierd crap are you dudes asking for this year (I should warn, I've taken to using bronouns, which are non-denominational; several of my younger friends are trans, and it saves me having to remember who's what, especially useful when the brain fog hits!)