When she went out the other day for reasons unknown [although I do have my suspicions] I came up with a cunning plan.
I made my way to the local re-cycling site and with the nice gentleman there negotiated a deal on some garden waste [I had to help him lift some nuclear waste into a skip].
I managed to get some grass clippings, a very old Christmas tree and some boughs of laurel.
With some difficulty I got my swag back to the apartment, tastefully arranged the large items around the living room and then sprinkled the grass over the sofas and floor. It looked and smelled fantastic.
I was so excited that I was actually on the loo when I heard the front door open. I heard a scream of delight. When I emerged I found I was alone.
Puzzled, I wandered around aimlessly until I found a note, thoughtfully fixed to my favourite cardigan with one of her ceremonial daggers.
"Clear this up now - I'll be back in 2 hours"
Oh well, I made the effort - I had to go out and buy a vacuum cleaner with a lawn mower attached, a chainsaw and a wheelbarrow.
When the TG returned, nothing was said ................... for several days. (No, the thought doesn't count. Lo,TG Ed)
