Beloved came home in his normal fashion, helmet and jacket on, I-pod in, so I bustled around in the kitchen until he was huggable and communicable. When I glanced over at the buffet I noticed a tell-tale blue bag.
‘Is that for me?’ I asked.
‘It might be’ he replied.
I left it a little bit longer, not wanting to get too excited. After 5 minutes Beloved asked:
‘Well aren’t you going to investigate?’
‘That depends, is it for me? Cos if it is a pair of cuff-links or something for you, you should expect an uppercut to the plums’ I had been sucked in before by Beloved’s call of ‘I have a present for you’ only to find it was a CD I had left in his car, a book order sent to his work address or something equally exciting. As I peered into the bag is was all systems go – I didn’t think the Tiffany and Co chicks would put a bow around a pair of cuff links. Nestled in the blue box was a soft blue drawstring bag and in the blue bag was a silver heart shaped key-tag! I had been eyeing one of those off for ages. (No point in lusting after unobtainable diamonds in this economic climate eh?) I was extremely pleased.
‘Thank you husband – it is lovely!’ I said, giving him a hug and a kiss.
‘Yeah, well – you would have got it earlier if you had shut your whinge-hole.’
Indeed.
What a romantic. Though it is true. Husband likes to do things ‘off his own back’. If I ask I don’t get. But then I think if I don’t gently remind him (read: nag) he might forget.
It is a vicious cycle.
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