Back to Cheddar for Christmas. The adults in our family (which I sometimes forget that I now qualify as) get their presents on the night of Christmas Eve.
Always worth going to see what humorous present my nephew will buy me. A couple of years ago it was some slippers that had a sort of whoopee cushion in the heel of one of them, so every other step would be accompanied by a fart. This was endlessly amusing to the kids
and also to me.
This year he has chosen a towel. Not that funny you're thinking. Wait. There's more. One half of the towel is white and has the word "Face" written on it. And the other half is brown and (this is the funny part) has the word "Arse" written on it.
Of course I love it.