It was my wife's birthday on tuesday so on Monday I went shopping with my daughter. Without being sexist or anything my wife has too much of everything, too many ornaments, shoes , Chocolate whatever, the point I am making is she is a nighmare to buy for and we are past the Ann summers stuff and all that so I ended up buying her a hat, what else is there?. So pleased with the hat I went to get a card, Last Christmas I actually got her a card she liked, it was all kind of Art Deco and stuff and I was pleased that she was pleased so with this success in mind I looked for a card with a nice art deco picture. I found a nice card on the Female relations stand and went to pay. Four quid later I was on my way back to the car pleased as punch. We got home and my daughter went to her bedroom to hide the stuff. At around 10pm my wife went to bed and my daughter brought the stuff downstairs. I unwrapped the selophane on the card and looked at it, To my wonderful darling wife it read, I opened it, Happy Valentine!. It was the bloody 11th of April. What are you playing at Clintons?
I kept the recipt and offered to take it back but she said it would be right.
Ah well back to the writing.
It would've been the shed for you that night.