Apparently my flowers are ‘Not the type you buy from a petrol station for the wife.’
They are ‘The posh stuff you buy for your mistress.’
There must be an awful lot of mistresses out there in that case.
Things that are disturbing this household this week:
Gender specific yoghurt. I am not even making this up.
Email’s asking if we can make a bouquet. This makes one wonder if greengrocers or mobile phone shops get similar ‘would it be possible to purchase a mobile phone/bag of bananas’ type emails?
Next Wednesday it will be Prime Minister’s Questions. Fur will fly and the bigger picture may be lost in amongst the ‘politics’.
Today there has been a visit to a pub. One that resembled a football terrace. (let’s pretend for one moment I have experience of this). Walking through a door to find 50 blokes and the odd lady all stood up facing the television – a large television that had it’s volume pushed to the limits. One of those pubs that has a chalk board with multicoloured clashing fonts and things to ‘entice’. Or not.
Purchased two shandies, crisps and a bowl of water. Amazing the places you end up on a dog walk.