I love Valentine's Day, though I never get any cards.
That's not important. It's the rubbish touted in the name of VD, as I
like to think of it, that I admire. On VD, if you don't shower your other half with tat you're in deep trouble.
VD - To Do List
Garage
VD - To Do List
Garage
- Petrol for shopping expedition
- Bunch of flowers
Supermarket
- Chocolates
- Card with badge, song and arse-clenchingly embarrassing message
- Useless doll, or four-foot tall toy animal in pink: lurid pig, Mr Hippo, perhaps a great big hephalump.
Restaurant
- Book table for two (early-bird). Not Indian.
I guess it's important to get your significant other's
agreement on this wheeze.
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