Heartless...

Well, some people are because I found these hearts on the pavement. They are the closest I got to a Valentine heart of my own. I hope you received choccies or flowers or bubbles or whatever else your Valentine showered you with.

Me? Well I might be on my own but......I could have a long lie in, I could have breakfast in pjs with wet hair and no make up and not worry what I looked like. I could warble along to songs on the radio. I could eat the last two malteasers from yesterday and not have to share them. 

It is lovely being able to do what I want when I want. I can eat a fruit and nut for breakfast, I can lick a knife, I can slurp my soup, I can lounge in my leopard onesie, I can chug a drink and burp out loud........

Just one flippin' Valentine would have been nice though!!!


Maybe.......someone tried to deliver it whilst I was out??? I eventually got dressed just after midday and I walked round to visit Tracey, she's hobbling about on her crutches after the knee op. I walked home and then on to see Carole...nearly thirteen thousand steps, so I'm happy with that. How long should I stay up waiting for a late delivery???