Mr Grumpy gave me a funny card, but wrote me an extra poem which I found on the table at breakfast time. He has bought a new car - another Escort, secondhand of course, but with power steering, which he needs after his stroke. It was owned by a friend and hadn't been used for some time, so he went there this morning and on his return, said "Here's your Valentine present", delved in his pocked and produced a plastic bag containing two of my favourite minty lamb chops. Typical of him - he knows we've defrosted a Tesco's lobster for tonight, so I'm going to be eating chops on Sunday and Monday as he doesn't like them and they won't freeze.
Next thing, he got busy baking, and produced a tray of lemon turd tarts (oops, I meant curd of course!), and one separate jam one which was shaped like a heart. Aaah!
I gave him a Joe Brown's camper van sweatshirt. It's great.
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