Mon 14th Feb : Poor Buggers On Valentines

We stayed in. We were going to Little Iberia in Newark but it was miserable with rain so we stopped by Chelsea Market and picked a couple of live lobsters. She told me off during the meal as I repeated 'Poor Bugger' at every bite of the poor bugger's white flesh. I swear he was trying a a last minute dash for it as he saw the bubbles.

The Lady appreciated the fine jewellry gift in the same manner as I had expected. The girls in the store had been impressed with the confidence I had when I asked for the piece but I told them to worry not, prepare a gift receipt, it is likely I would have got the wrong thing but at least I made the effort. Even if it was an hour or so before I was about to present it.

After the initial rejection, somehow, though she warmed to the jewellry (maybe it was the puppy dog's eyes). Somehow, I had come out of all the weekend's mess and it worked. She wore it and after a while she got to like it.

Wow. This must be the start of better days....