So when my brother and I went to see Thor Ragnarok we couldn't contain ourselves at the "Get Help" scene. Mostly due to the fact that this is, in fact, the definition of our sibling bond.

By the end of the movie the two of us were laughing so much harder than any normal person should. The general, movie going public probably thought we were insane. Given that the majority of my adult life has left a question mark over my sanity, it was nothing new to me.

Fast forward to today - Christmas Day 2017 - and my brother hands me a gift so badly wrapped that only a thick skulled, Norse blond could do it. He gave me his stupid trademark smug grin, and waggled his eyebrows.

Immediately my suspicion was aroused.

This could be payback. I mean, heavens I probably deserve it. I totally sent him on a wild goose chase through deadly Christmas Eve traffic looking for a non existent wine. Mostly just so I could swing past the only open Starbucks...but, needs must...and the big lug fell for it. So, if this was a jar of tripe...or joke dog excrement...well, I can't say it wasn't expected.

So, I unwrapped the gaudy, shiny, red foil; That was held in place by copious amounts of tape and artfully placed bows (to cover the holes).  And, that's when this was revealed...

I'm so emotional 😭

Like...he remembered.

And he's standing there with his big, stupid grin, wearing his stupid captain America onesie. Yes, my adult brother wears a mansized Cap suit to bed.

And I'm just standing there like...

Best Christmas ever...

Just thought I'd share.

Love your brother. It's Christmas. Sometimes they aren't so bad.

Merry Christmas guys! Have a great one.

xxx