I squealed with surprised delight. The Sage had got it so right. He had chosen a perfect present and given me no clue.
Then he gave me another parcel. I squeaked higher and louder with renewed excitement.
Glasses shattered. Children cowered in the corner, hands over their ears. The dog howled, bats rose, flapping, from the eaves and mice crawled from their holes, paws risen in supplication and surrender.
I am, it must be said, a pleasure to buy presents for.
This evening, we were making coffee. He added milk to my sister’s mug and waved the bottle in my direction. “Do you take milk?” he asked.