Removed my wedding ring today. Much time spent wrestling it off in the bath with soap and warm water but finally, after a wrench over my gnarled, gruesome old knuckles, it was off. Hooray. Liberty
Inspired by Helen Thorns “How to be D*** and b happy. She recounts a wonderful scene in a fire station with 3 brawny, crew, her best friend, a bucket of ice and some sort of lubricaton, but eventually her ring was off.
Aside from that, it was very odd today passing shops brimming with red, heart-shaped helium baloons and signs saying “Come on in and see our wide range of Valentines….” …only to want to do a Dionne Warwick (Walk on by) and have nothing to do with
The thing is…
Just in case OFT produces a card, I will have to reciprocate (ugh – how false) and so I set about finding the least romantic one possible. How do you buy a Valentines card for a person you don’t like alone…lerve. Quite a feat ………finally found one about urinating on a jellyfish sting. The card is in the house but will remain in its wrapper and we await developments…Hopefully it will stay there and nothing will said about V day.
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