Happy Valentine’s Day, Lovers. I hope you get all the smooching and romancing you desire.
P turned up at home last night, drunk and bearing
supermarket flowers and a bottle of wine.
He made me grin; that’s pretty much all a girl can ask for. The yellow ‘mums are an outstanding, violent
slash of colour in our neutral toned apartment.
We ate leftovers and pored over pictures of our new favourite home advertised
online (haven’t seen it in the timber yet).
I went to bed because there was work tomorrow. P stayed up a bit later because there was
still wine left in glass. How’s that for
romance? He makes me laugh.