A Potted Shrub

For Valentine's day this year I am lamenting that all I want is to eat food, drink bubbly wine and maybe get a potted shrub. So in true form for the perversely-humoured Mother Nature I am getting all of the above (perhaps not the shrub), just missing a few specifics such as my other half, and perhaps the bubbles. But hopefully dinner will be cooked for me, and I'll get to wear something pretty (read: not dirty).
Don't ask me why it bothers me so much to have Mike working tomorrow, and I won't make a fuss about it since work is work, and he seems pretty unphased by the occasion. Must be a woman thing, huh?
Or perhaps in lieue of last year's Valentine with the 'B(r)eached Whale'- Cpt Man Porpoise, the "moon-bathed sea-cow", a can of cold Heinz ravioli with raw garlic, home delivery grease encrusted pizza, and Sainbury's Basics wine.. Maybe I just feel like being spoiled.
Selfish, ain't I?



In other news, I'm running a competition that Christian will be familiar with- Superhero Names for Kelly. The best one gets... some kind of baked confectionary courtesy of me.