Lucky lady

Well where do I begin...I've always had this thing about my nose...I think it's massive. Against my better judgement, T always takes the 'less-likely-to-get-a-slap' route and says there's nothing wrong with it.  Saying that, he does take the mickey at every chance he gets just to try and be funny. Anyway, true to form, this was today's effort at romance.  You may also note the twig ripped from the bush in next door's garden. He "couldn't see any nice flowers in any of the gardens on the street". This harks back to nights he'd come home after being out with friends, carrying a bonny wee flower or weed which he'd pick for me on his way home, worse for wear. Good to see he's never changed. And I wouldn't want him to.