It’s the ex’s birthday today.
I spent a fortune (for a beggar like me at least), and joyfully presented it.
(Last year on my birthday I was given a potted plant, however the previous year the ex took me to Brussels. So it’s true what they say, time really deadens romance.)
I foolishly and optimistically told the Topshop girl to remove all the tags. Now one top is too big (although actually I think it fits just fine), but I may not be able to return/exchange it.
So I have been yelled at.
Isn’t gratitude lovely?