The Itchy Jumper
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Some years back, my Mum, who normally excels at picking presents for the family, let herself down a bit.

For my birthday, she bought me a jumper. An Angora jumper. Lovely cream colour, perfect fit. But Angora. She was so proud of the bloody thing, I didn't have the heart to remind her I'm allergic to Angora wool.

She was rattling on about it being perfect for so many occasions ... I couldn't do it. I couldn't tell her.

I actually wore the thing to my cousin's 21st, having loaded up on anthistamines first. I had a long-sleeved t-shirt under it, and was sweating like a paedo in a playpark. And itchy, very very itchy. It has never left the drawer since, and thankfully she seems to have forgotten all about it.
(TheWeeWitch hasn't been here much recently .., Thu 10 Jul 2008, 15:55, closed)

I think that was very lovely of you!
...thought I have to admit that none of my clothes have any medical requirements
( Fireflier La la la la, not listening on, Thu 10 Jul 2008, 22:47, closed)