Valentine's Day

Spent the morning washing my clothes and clearing away chocolate wrappers from behind the sofa. A woman in mouring is certainly a hungry one. How Louise keeps managing to snaffle so many sweet things into the flat is beyond me, especially as she seems to be feigning agrophobia every time I'm around. Perhaps the secret sweet smuggler pops round when I'm out at work, either that or it's the Newsagent's son. Hmmm could be onto something there. Feeling much better than I thought I would on Valentine's Day. Although annoying Louise's mess keeps my mind off my lacklustre love life. It being a Sunday helps too...no chance of the postman not stopping by or my colleagues penning fake cards and laughing into their naturally dyed hemp sweaters. Yes it's a good day for Valentine's.