Who said romance is dead?

This morning, I had the pleasure (insert sarcasm here) of making Alex breakfast before work and I didn’t do a bad job of it actually – poached eggs on toast with ‘two’ cups of tea, we’d run-out of coffee fortunately!

Anyway, after he got to work he sent me a text and some flowers to thank me for my efforts – I know what you’re thinking… How lovely? How sweet? How romantic?

Well, to my surprise (you can insert some more sarcasm here) the flowers were ‘actually’ contained within the text – yes, he sent me virtual ones as attached.

Now, I’m not one for being ungrateful or looking a gift-horse in the mouth (what does this actually mean – answers on a postcard please?), but I was left speechless.

Apparently, these new kind of flowers I was sent are a lot cheaper than real ones (well, free actually), are all the rage (where?) and can last forever? I guess it’s the thought(lessness?) that counts, hmmm.

He’s so modern My Husband, ha.

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This has been a… receipt of flowers, in the 21st Century, ‘View from the Bottom’.

Take care, Max x.

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