Watch it Mr Blighty

Setting the table to creat the right ambience is so important
and little extra touches really show you care

I received a most interesting comment from the wise and lovely Ms Faux Fuchsia yesterday, following my post which revealed my longing for a Rolex watch. Ms Fuchsia explained that if you blog, a Rolex will be forthcoming; she had started a blog, and lo and behold, Mr FF had bought her a fabulous Rolex.

I was beyond excited to learn this. I could hardly contain myself when Mr Blighty reappeared yesterday evening from a long day of meetings, wrestling with the difficulties of comma placement and the trying question of whether brackets have a place in modern legislation. But, wise wife that I am, I bide my time while Mr Blighty removes his dinner from the oven, having donned his bio-hazard suit and selected a medium hacksaw from his workbench in the garage with which to tackle his Marks and Spencer Chicken Kiev. I even let him carry out his usual nervous preliminary probing and dissection of said dinner before I broach the subject. (The poor man has never forgotten my far too literal interpretation of that British classic, Toad in the Hole).

“Mr B”, says I, “FF tells me now I am blogging I will get a Rolex: when FF started blogging, Mr FF got her one”.
Mr B grunts and asks me to pass him the pliers.
I press on. “ So, what do you think? Would that be OK?”
Mr B looks up, ponders for a moment and replies, “ Yes, I suppose so.”
Be still my beating heart! At last!
“Really, are you sure?” I ask excitedly.
Mr B puts on his special legal opining face and pronounces:
“Well, if some Australian chap wants to buy you a Rolex, fair enough, can’t think why on earth he would want to, but fine, go ahead, let him”


Mr B is now sleeping in the spare room.