Well, thanks a lot for all of my Valentine’s Day cards. I really do appreciate it. Oh the love is soooo overwhelming. Thank you one and all. My abode is adorned with beautiful flowers and I shall spend the whole day eating luxury expensive Belgian chocolates whilst lying in a hot bubble-filled bath. I look forward to my specially prepared evening meal of steak and champagne and then opening all my lovely presents.
Oh, reality! I awoke this morning expecting to find a great wad on my doormat (urgh). Instead of an influx of red enveloped admissions of love I only received a bill from Thames Water, someone likes me – well, my money anyway. Is this some kind of joke? Have you all deliberately sent them late to make me think I am unloved? Funny.
As I trudge home this eve, to my cold and lonely flat, I will hope the postman has delivered at least a single card, containing an especial kiss and intimate message. Just one single card. It ain’t gonna happen though is it?
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Didn’t you get one from Steffan? Or how about Steffan - did he send you one?
I love those little guys!
Now Steffan and Steffan are back to their sausages and beer they just don’t care about me
Why? Didn’t you give them a beer and show them your sausage?
A man’s sausage is his own business.