I Might As Well Face It, I’m A Victim Of Love

17 Jan

I was going to write about Celebrity Big Brother this morning.  I thought Vinnie was the star of last night’s show.  Partly because he said the best thing I’ve heard all year (bearing in mind it is only January 16th): of Nicola: ‘She doesn’t know whether it’s Wednesday or Wembley.’  Partly because he played the Alpha Male so nicely; and partly because he fell off a chair and later tripped as he walked into the snug, but still looked cool.

However, I am not going to talk to you about those things after all –  because my husband loves me.  I came down this morning to find bunches of red heart balloons inscribed with I love you, inside bigger, white balloons; attached to balloon sticks; jutting out of the kitchen roll holder and the dishes cupboard.  Aah! I thought; opened the cupboard door, and a thousand of my favourite mugs crashed to the kitchen floor, bouncing off the kitchen counter and scattering wet tea bags everywhere.  As I cleared up pottery shards with damp kitchen roll – doing a back limbo as I tore off the sheets, to dodge the rotating weapons of love destruction – I wished that sometimes my husband didn’t love me so much.



Proof that you don't need money to show your love

I can’t show you a picture of the other bunch because they were burst by low-flying cups. 

2 Responses to “I Might As Well Face It, I’m A Victim Of Love”

  1. Doraz January 17, 2010 at 23:05 #

    Well, you can always get new mugs, but you can not always find a man that truly loves ya! 🙂


  2. musings January 20, 2010 at 10:20 #

    Oooops! But you gotta admit, he’s really a sweetheart.


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