well just called dp on internal phone telling him that as much as i was happy with the flowers next time i also want a card, homemade. He told me that ds refused to make one (ungrateful sod) because he did one at school. Fair enough, in the one from school he had written "you are prety" sic.
Tell dp he better shape u[p for next year, or he will find his underwear burnt in the garden...
I had a thought whilst i was cooking today "how many of these meals do i have to cook before i die" I voiced this thought to dp who very wittily, or so he thinks, replied "how many do i have to eat before i die". I think de beavoir will feel she died for nothing. Let me read Sartre's quote now. (viggo tries to get brain in gear for thinking)