Had the joy of navigating around the supermarket today which was complicated by the addition of random Valentine's related obstacles - mainly chocolate stuff wrapped in barbie pink - now this is all well and good if the woman in your life has a mental age of 14 and hasn't fully grown out of dolls (and thinks that novelty chocolates are the height of sophistication) or alternatively is deeply into irony and can take a joke and knows that you've got something more interesting planned...never mind it'll soon be Easter so the shops will be overstuffed with chocolate Jesuses.
Mister Squeaky, however is much more troubled at this time of year as he says his radar gets jammed by cherubs with bows and arrows, which is no fun when you're flitting about doing Giant Rubber Goth Bat things and you end up stuck in a hedge, and he's decided it's time to get even. I have no idea what he's got in mind but at least I've convinced him not to buy a used ZSU-23-4 from the Russian Air Defence Surplus Shop.
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