Yesterday I wanted roses … I looked at the red ones in the shop but concluded it was a bit lame to buy them for myself and people would ask me who they were from and I’d have to admit to my indulgence. So I bought the yellow ones.
Philip and I both got in at 4am this morning from different nights out on the town and he presented me with a bunch of red roses without knowing any of the rose saga or that I’d been craving them.
Now that’s a bit weird heh? Random things like that keep happening to us. It’s like he can read my mind. Do you think that’s what 15 years does?
