The horror of VD

Oh the torment - its Valentine's Day again. Earlier, I got home from my usual Wednesday evening amusement to find as expected, K was in bed. However, less expected, waiting on the sofa for me was a red envelope. I thought about turning round and going straight out to the 24 hour Tesco to see what they had left, but I couldn't be arsed. I might go tomorrow before work. Or after....

Honestly. He'll talk to me over the phone, but face to face he's back to the passive aggressive sulking, which it is my duty to break down and mollify him sufficiently until I am worthy of being spoken to again. I can't be arsed!!