I just wanted to say...

Table for two of course, granger.

The kitchen table actually seats five comfortably, but it'll be just the two of us tonight.
 
Having booked myself a holiday to Spain at the end of march, I decided to surprise Mrs Orchid to an evening out for both of us last night. I booked a quiet corner table but it was a disaster. She never potted a red the whole night.
 
Groannnn...

One of the bookies wished me a happy Valentine's yesterday, in spite of my relieving him of £85, bless him. Other than that, it's the usual dearth of roses, chocs, and romantic candlelit dinners. But then it always was! Blokes are pretty useless at this time, going by the number of wives who roll their eyes when I ask what their husbands are doing for them. And not in gleeful anticipation, either!

Hopefully, one or two of the ladeeeze on here will report something to the contrary?
 
One of the bookies wished me a happy Valentine's yesterday, in spite of my relieving him of £85, bless him. Other than that, it's the usual dearth of roses, chocs, and romantic candlelit dinners. But then it always was! Blokes are pretty useless at this time, going by the number of wives who roll their eyes when I ask what their husbands are doing for them. And not in gleeful anticipation, either!

Hopefully, one or two of the ladeeeze on here will report something to the contrary?

And what do ladeeeze ever do for their other halves on St Valentine's day?

I genuinely cannot recall ever being treated on the day. It's always the blokes that are expected to do the donkey work.
 
We're not supposed to do anything for men today, DO! Men are supposed to be declaring their lurve with romantic gestures. I imagine Mrs O might consider the other 364 days on which she shops, cooks, cleans, asks kindly after your day, as more than a little tilted in women's favour for doing things for their other halves.
 
We're not supposed to do anything for men today, DO! Men are supposed to be declaring their lurve with romantic gestures.
I thought it was supposed to go both ways (cue Phillips again).

I imagine Mrs O might consider the other 364 days on which she shops, cooks, cleans, asks kindly after your day, as more than a little tilted in women's favour for doing things for their other halves.
The next time Mrs O shops (for food), cooks :lol::lol:, cleans :lol::lol::lol:, asks kindly after my day :lol::lol::lol::lol:, will be firsts all round. I wouldn't need to crave the euromillions if she did any of them!
 
Sums things up quite nicely that the first valentine I got was from Betfair....


picked up later though - just a shame that its all in jest !! (and was in answer to my "happy over priced romantic rubbish day" page I posted....
 
Y-y-you mean you do all that, DO? Tell you what - £10 an hour sound all right to you? And you needn't ask me once about my day!
 
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