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Saturday, October 30, 2010

And they said it wouldn't last.It's mine and Lisa's one-month wedding anniversary today. I bought her the card on the left, so that when I forget the one-year one, I'll have something to fall back on. As the front of the card says, "Love isn't about being perfect". For me, it's a bonus.

Obviously a card is no good without a gift, so I also presented Lisa with an expensive candle from The White Company. Sadly, my conscience quickly got the better of me, so after she'd ooohed at it for thirty seconds and wondered how I'd managed to afford such a fine gift, I admitted that my boss had given it to me yesterday as a late wedding present. She said that made more sense. She'd always suspected he had better taste than I do.

Anyhoo, I'm pleased to report that I'm now fully recovered from my slight duffing up yesterday. I didn't think I was particularly upset by it at the time (let's face it, I held myself together enough to write a blog post within twenty minutes of being punched), but I must admit that it did affect me slightly afterwards.

I went to Asda at 7pm, and had a slightly funny turn in the tinned fish aisle. I suddenly experienced a wave of sickness, developed a headache and felt like crying, all within thirty seconds of each other. And it wasn't just the price of tuna that did it. I had to come home early (without popping into Lidl for chocolate), and sit on the sofa for an hour, feeling sorry for myself. It's a good job I wasn't genuinely injured, otherwise I'd be in some kind of care home for the permanently loopy by now.

But the good news is that I'm fine today, and looking forward to some trick-or-treating later. We're going over to Lorraine's for a Halloween party this afternoon. Obviously Lisa's responsible for all the bad times in her life, but Lorraine's got nothing against me and Amelie, so we've all been invited. Amelie's going as a witch's cat, while Lisa and I are dressing up as the most fearsome kind of serial killer there is: the kind that successfully blends in with society by wearing normal, everyday clothes.


Dave said...

You could take your cat too - dressed up as... a cat.

Phil's Mum said...

Wrong colour, Dave.  Though - come to think of it - after all that has happened to Chloe in the past, dying her black would be nothing!

Phil's Mum said...

And I hope you're not expecting us all to send a card every month.  We haven't recovered from the expense of last month's one.