Awwwwwww :-).
Unfortunately he stuffed them in his panniers, so I got five roses and five decapitated roses:
Never mind.
Saturday, 3 May 2014
Romantical
I spent much of today sneezing. I was tidying Miss M's bedroom which is very small and somewhat cramped, and this necessitated wriggling under her bed to fight off hordes of vicious dust-bunnies. I am allergic to dust. However, the might of Henry prevailed and Miss M's room is somewhat tidier and very much cleaner than it was before (not that it was dirty really, but there were very dusty areas and as she's been somewhat hayfeverish recently I think she may have inherited my tendency to allergies). My Beloved spent much of the day tinkering with his motorbike (sorry, fettling) and went out for a ride to check, I dunno, something technical. He shopped while he was out and came back with flowers for me.
Awwwwwww :-).
Unfortunately he stuffed them in his panniers, so I got five roses and five decapitated roses:
Never mind.
Awwwwwww :-).
Unfortunately he stuffed them in his panniers, so I got five roses and five decapitated roses:
Never mind.
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3 comments:
Sounds like a very typical manly gesture. But even decapitated roses are better than no roses!
"Fettling" is a good word - must look it up. :)
P.S. I too am allergic to dust, and also prone to let it build up. There are so many better things to do with my time than dusting.
Truly a case of it's the thought that counts!
Oh yes, definitely the thought that counts! And it did make both of us laugh quite a lot. He's since brought me home some carnations and only managed to decapitate one :-D.
Mrs M, apparently among British bikers it's always 'fettling', never tinkering or any other word. I googled it and it mostly came up as a Yorkshire dialect word.
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