one of this winter's new pleasures is cycling home in brilliant sunshine past battersea power station, with its attending yapping dogs home, along the riverbank in the park past the peace pagoda, infested with joggers, across the lovely albert bridge to the chelsea embankment, with its egyptian-throne style benches beseiged by house-boats, etc, etc
however, it seems that not everything in the loved-one's conciousness is fully illuminated ... i said that if she really loved me, then she'd have anticipated my imminent arrival & been waiting on the doorstep in her best underwear
she made no comment
then i found the thorntons oriental ginger chocolate bar she had left for me next to the keyboard
but if she really loved me, she'd have bought three, then remembered my weight problem, put one back, & brought home two ! Q.E.D!
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