My husband's love is a different kind of thing.

After the childers' evening play performance they stopped off at Y.O.T.'s * for a celebratory pudding run and came home with gifts for the Lubbard Mummy**.

There is nothing CK likes more than buying flowers for me. It is his special thing to walk into a supermarket (yes it usually is a supermarket b/c petrol stations just don't do the really good things!) and find a bunch of beautiful blooms (alliteration anyone?).

His best and his favourite is when he stands in front of the banks of blossom at Mr. Y.O.T.'s house and spies a shiny pretty in the corner of the wrapper.

Would you like a closer look?

I can't begin to tell you how pleased he was with this purchase (although apparently they were from Princess Curly-Wurly). And knowing the joy he gets from these pretty yellow stickers makes me think the flowers are even lovelier!

Do you think this makes us weird?

*Yucky Old Tesco's

** (BabyMan could not say Mother Beloved when he was little; not that I make my kids call me fabulous names or anything.)