I was seeing this girl way back, when that was still a thing for me. I say seeing, it was a very loose arrangement.
anyway, this was in the weeks leading up to christmas. about a week before the BIG DAY, she rocks up to my place with a bag full of goodies.
she bought me a fucking le creuset stove-top kettle, some fucking unbelievable slippers and a voucher for House of Fraser. a 50 quid voucher. my word!
I totted these items up later and they came to a whopping £135.
all I had to give her was a card with some sweet words and a cuddle.
felt like shit, but she justified it by saying she was earning a lot of money, which I couldn’t help but agree with.
stuff like that?