In Starbucks yesterday the nice wee man who made my drink put a heart into the foam. Aawh, the nice.
Last night my email bicker reached entente cordiale with a spot of late night texting. I didn't even complain that he'd woken me up. I was made nice to by his affirming that despite the grumpfest there is still no one else he'd rather take to see Glasvegas. So a nice normal Pollyanna would have returned the sentiment but me, oh no, I have to have the last word (Ok, I fess up, that is where Beautiful Baby Daughter gets it from) and I reply that to be fair I had good reason to be grumpy.
I then receive a text saying and I quote "it's not just a band, not just a gig and not just a ticket, it's a fecking ROMANTIC GESTURE ! So there x "
Well, that's me told.
5 comments:
i haven't been reading your blog long, so i'm not sure of the current status of your love life (or lack there of?!?!) but i'll take a romantic gesture if it's going!!!
Sue - I'm not sure of the current status of my love life (or lack thereof !?!?) and I'm in it !!!
and like you I'll take any kind of remantic gesture going
That was kind of nice - telling you it was a romantic gesture. I'd definitely go for that. Margot xx
Margot - he is kinda nice, he's a whole lot of other things too, but I know that there was a massive amount of effort put into getting these tickets and it really was a huge gesture.
Entent cordial remains
very good
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