If I write for you my humble words of love, if I uncover my inmost thoughts, and hopes, and dreams and fears and pour them out in return for a raindrop of your approval…and if I package and seal all these treasures in an envelope and slip it under your door at midnight…
…will you trample it mercilessly beneath your heels, unread and scorned?
Oh I do so hope so.
Well, I don’t have any image to which to use that as a caption, so here are some images that do have captions. None are particularly Valentines themed, except that all in a sense involve unrequited love.
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| Isn’t she beautiful? Aren’t we just the luckiest creatures to be permitted to breathe the air on the same planet as someone who looks like this? |
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| Well, I’d trust Madame Sarka with my life. Looking at her web site, it appears her slaves effectively do. |
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| Sometimes only a few words are needed. |
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| Sometimes a lot of words are needed. I wonder whether it can really be called a captioned image, as opposed to an illustrated story, when the ratio of image to text is this low. Ah well. There are no rules for this (unless and until some superior imposes some on me). |
love your blog
Thank you! I'm a very regular reader of yours too, which I adore. Always rather dramatic, seeing the image at the top as the page loads! The image at the top of mine, I think I stole from a posting on your blog, as it happens.
I'm new to this bloggeryfliggery thing. The trick, I would imagine, is not merely to make a good start, but to keep it up. As in so many things.
My best wishes to LO7, together with awed respect.
Questions, questions, questions…
A) I wonder how Raul spends Valentines?
B part 1) whether it is any different from any other day for him?
B part 2) whether it is any different from most us male followers of your blog?
Raoul’s quite the romantic at heart, jason. He always leaves my SO flowers and chocolate ‘anonymously’ at the door on Valentine’s morning, the old softie! Admittedly, he’s not very sophisticated about these things and doesn’t realise that a handful of dandylions and a Mars bar aren’t really the way to a lady’s heart but I always make sure I quietly replace them with a dozen red roses and a box of Charbonel or some such. My SO is usually so eager to show him her appreciation, that my little deception has never been discovered!
Curiously, last year while I was out buying the roses and chocs, I saw similar bunches of dandylions and mars bars outside two other front doors. So I guess Raoul’s not the only one!
Best wishes
S
perhaps Raoul does house calls, spreading his love around
Quite possible, as he certainly spreads it around our house. I’m the one who has to scrub it out, so I know.
Best wishes
S
Idle hands are the devil’s playthings
Aye, that they are jason. And a good set of bondage mittens – or just the certaintly of painful consequences – the route to redemption.
Best wishes
S