« Friday Night is Music Night (Stonehenge Edition) | Main | The Answer My Friend Is Blowin' In The Wind »

Remember, Remember...

You can never tire of that can you?

And for me it is a wedding anniversary, I must remember to stop at the petrol station on the way back from work for some flowers and chocolates.


You mean bugger. You must have been married to long. What about a nice romantic meal? Shove it expenses for the tax man.

Was it an inside job?

No! No! Petrol station flowers is WORSE than forgetting completely; did nobody tell you?

Post a comment