......last week me and the missus had a bit of a tiff, so I decided to redeem myself by purchasing her some smelly things for the bath and a rather attractive bunch of flowers - gladioli so she informed me but I just thought they looked nice. This seemed to do the trick so I slept soundly that night, safe in the knowledge that I was "off the hook" for whatever it was that I was supposed to have done. Anyway, we went away for a couple of nights and when we returned, it appeared that during our absence a large amount of small black flying insects had moved into our house. Obviously Mrs Merde was not too impressed with this, and was even less impressed to find that they liked biting her during the night, and immediately demanded that I get them out. I pointed out that to get rid of them we would need to find the source and as we have got mosquito nets over the window it was a bit of a mystery as to how they got in. As I was pointing this out and gesturing towards the window for effect, I picked up the flowers off the sill, and a cloud of black flies erupted into my face from every part of my romantic gift, so it would seem that I inadvertantly brought them into the house with me, all of a sudden my chivilrous gesture was forgotton. Obviously I got the blame for bringing the unwanted visitors into the house as I should have checked the flowers more carefully, blahblahblah. It seems that we just can't win..........
ahh, bit of a Trojan there! but I liked the bit about her knowing they were gladioli. As you say, flowers are flowers...aren't they?? coming to any matches soon? You wouldn't have these problems in Sleaford...(well, maybe)
