On Wednesday, we got to use a couple of Christmas presents.
Tickets to see Fleetwood Mac in Manchester (thanks very much, Boy).
The last time we saw them in concert was a few years ago, when Christine McVie was still on what turned out to be a 16 year sabbatical.
This time, despite the (well documented) complicated, fractured history, they would all be back together.
But Fleetwood Mac is a band me and the mister have sort of grown up with.
Both of us first came across them when the line up, and the sound, was very different.
Back in the day, it was Peter Green's Fleetwood Mac and Christine was still Christine Perfect and with Chicken Shack.
I didn't know the mister in those days but it turns out we were at the same venue most Sunday nights, Redcar Jazz Club.
This was the smoke fugged little place where you joined the queue, paid your 10 bob and got to see up and coming bands like Cream, Pink Floyd, The Who, Jethro Tull and many many more.
I have to admit that, in the years I frequented the club, I was under age. The mister's a bit older so he was always legal.
This is a picture taken by my brother of me on a Jazz Club night, applying the slap in an attempt to look less like a schoolgirl and more like Christine Perfect.
But it was the place to be and nothing was going to keep me and my two best friends away.
(Part of one year's bookings for the Jazz Club.
Source: 'The Redcar Jazz Club' , Graham Lowe and Dennis Weller)
When you've been fans of a band for so long, there's always that concern that seeing them one more time might prove to be the wrong thing to do, that it's become clear they've passed their sell by date, that they need to put the instruments into storage, enjoy their pensions and make use of their bus passes.
Opening with The Chain, they played for about two and half hours, never flagging, never hitting a bum note, never missing a beat, never disappointing.
Other instantly recognisable old favourites were there - Go Your Own Way, Tusk, Don't Stop and the rest.
It was impossible not to sing along.
It was nigh on perfect.