This morning Stuart asked me, "What would you like to do for Valentine's Day?"
My reply, "Blow Football. In that order"
I'm now wearing a freshly made cup of tea.
For the past forty years, I've received a Valentine's card from the same secret admirer. So, I was pretty upset when I didn't get one this year.
First my granny dies, now this?
I asked Stuart if he fancied going away for Valentines Day. He took it surprisingly well.
This Valentine's Day I somehow knew I'd be inundated. Sorry. In, undated