What not to do for Valentine's Day...
So there I am on a quiet Saturday morning standing in Maplins waiting to pay for my new soldering iron (the kind of things guys do on a weekend) and my phone rings: "Have you sent me a card?" she asks, to which I reply "yes". "well," she says, "you didn't put enough postage on it and I had to pay £1.60 to get it - you did the same thing last time...". Then she added "It's a very nice card".
Oops.
I'm not all the way in the doghouse, but I will be made to suffer one way or another.
Sigh... somebody get me off this planet ![]()



