VD (1)

That’s (1) because there will be others, natch. That’s natch not snatch, that’s something completely different.

I arrive home, knackered.

It’s been a day of many events, more than the usual amount of stuff going on. All of it going on in my face.

A three and a half hour workshop facilitation and umm, let me think… four meetings. And the necessary admin, paperwork and emails. A couple of phone calls. Much, much reading. And travel to and from.

This had been my day up until arrival back at the home.

Where The Lovely S was serving up a spectacular tea, a bottle of chilled champagne awaiting attention, candles on the table, music playing softly.

And the smart new Prada glasses perched on her nose.

And the, erm, interesting style of dress.

The meal gone, the champagne mysteriously vanished, the dessert disappeared, the music closed down.

And now bed.

Two episodes of 24 to finish Season Three.

Judging by last night’s performance I shall be asleep before the first episode has ended.

But oh, what a sight for sore and weary eyes this evening has been.

I think St Valentine’s Day (to give the day its full title) is an over-hyped, commercialised nonsense, perpetrated on an increasingly gullible public by the card- and gift-industry.

But my welcome home tonight was precisely what the doctor ordered.

B.