|Mine, all mine!!!!|
As a stocking filler, Loverboy had thoughtfully bought me piles of magazines - 'Cosmopolitan', 'Company' and 'Marie Claire'. They're all far too young for me of course- I just can't muster up the interest for 'decoding his body language' (I'll just cut to the chase and ask him), or even in oglying the naked Christmas 'Mc Fly' shoot. (Manboys just aren't my thing). So I'll quietly change them for the more age appropriate 'Grazia' and 'She' and even (eeeeek) 'Good Housekeeping'- more spanx than spandex I suppose! The contrarily twisted irony is, that if he HAD bought me a subscription for Good Housekeeping, I'd have been bloody raging- it would have been the equivalent to unwrapping a new ironing board. (Is that how you see me!!!!!!)
In the same flattering vein, was the too small underwear I received- (36C as opposed to my more generous 38DD), and the compliment was all the richer for it. Admittedly though, had he unwittingly erred on the larger side, my reaction may have been decidedly more chilly. In truth, half the pleasure of this gift is perversely imagining him wandering aimlessly around the lingerie section of M&S, desperately avoiding the eye of the helpful matron with a tape measure round her neck, praying he won't bump into anyone he knows, and fumbling to pay and get of there as fast as possible....Yep, still loving it!
So, in the immortal words of Freddie Mercury, thank God it's Christmas, and consequently my plans for the rest of the day will be full on between programming the sky+ for the week ahead, having a bath, reading Hello, eating turkey on toast, and drinking wine. And not necessarily in that order. But first, it's high time I slipped into that loungewear.......