you see we have a love hate thing going on, he sometimes brings me flowers and chocolates and other such goodies, for a while I thought he enjoyed seeing me every morning as instead of putting mail throu the letterbox he rang the bell obviously to see how utterly
rough ravishing I looked tthought I, wrong I discovered elliot had sellotaped letterbox up
anyway I digress, this morning he cheerfully handed over a pile of crap letters which included....
urgent reminder for jury service
funeral bill and letter to let me know steves ashes are ready for collection.
a booklet from the crem with a price list of memorial stuff
a brand shiny new credit card for Steve
and some chancer trying to sell me life insurance, cos apparently you'll never know when you might need it.
thank feck the postie doesnt come on Sundays
so a few more things to sort out on Monday.
No need to reply just want to vent really.