Post by ambersalamander on Feb 15, 2009 22:41:00 GMT
I am VERY, VERY cross. I am ABSOLUTELY FUMING and I am about to have a BIG, ANGRY RANT. And as this is as good a place for it as any, I shall have it here.
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My very lovely boyfriend, Leo, came round yesterday to do the Valentine's Day thing. He was in a bit of a rush to get here from his home in Nowhere, West Sussex, because for a special romantic treat, Sutton were playing Maidstone United which was very exciting, even though Leo hates football
Leo is a romantic soul, and likes to make me happy. Valentine's Day means an awful lot to him, especially as he is madly in love with yours truly ;D I, too, am a bit of an old soppy and am also madly in love with him, so it means a lot to me, too. Leo was therefore getting into a real old flap about being on time. He managed to miss his train. Luckily, his mum happened to be driving up this way at about the right time, so she very kindly dropped him off here before driving on to his sister's. But because Leo was in such a flap, he managed to leave the very special and lovely Valentine's Day present he'd got me in the car.
I told him it didn't matter, but Leo was determined to make "our special day" perfect (Maidstone United had other plans, but I digress). So he rang his mum, who said she'd drop it round on her way home. She wouldn't get here until we'd gone out for the evening, but we asked her to stick it through the letterbox or hide it in the porch.
When we got back, there was a carrier bag in the porch containing a lovely-looking parcel. Leo said that it was the silly, cheap "extra" present he'd got me on top of the "proper" one. (I suppose it was the tinpot present. It was a bit tinpot, but in a really sweet way.) He said it was a little extra something to make me laugh, but he'd got me something much better and very special.
Inside the house, we found the card he'd got me. I share a communal letterbox with 6 other flats, and some considerate soul had put it on the hall table. But where was my present? Leo phoned his mum again, and she said she'd put it through the letterbox with the card. We went down again and checked every corner of the hall, even inside the cupboards in case someone had put it there for safe keeping (it didn't have a tag on it so they wouldn't have known whose it was). It wasn't there.
I wrote a very polite note to my neighbours, explaining that the present was mine, that if someone was looking after it for me I was very grateful and that I would like to have it as it means an awful lot to me. The inside of the letterbox was covered in the exact same glitter that was decorating the paper in which my tinpot present was wrapped, which pretty much proves that it had been posted through the letterbox.
Another day has passed, and nobody has owned up. Somebody has STOLEN my special present! STOLEN IT!!!!!
From what Leo said, I get the impression that it was a) quite valuable and b) unique, and impossible to replace. I don't know what it was, but I do know that Leo has been really struggling for money lately and that despite me telling him not to get me anything at all, he spent much more than he could afford on me. This is why I am so upset. It doesn't bother me that I only got a tinpot present, because it's lovely. It bothers me that someone could steal what is obviously someone else's Valentine's Day present, and that my poor boyfriend has spent money he can't afford on a total stranger who is a DIRTY, ROTTEN THIEF and feels terrible because he couldn't give his girlfriend a present on Valentine's Day.
Isn't it ironic that something left in the porch where anyone could grab it was left alone, but the thing that was delivered to my HOME was stolen by one of my horrible greedy neighbours? I am so glad I am moving out next week. I don't want to live with THIEVING BASTARDS!!!!!!!!!!!
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My very lovely boyfriend, Leo, came round yesterday to do the Valentine's Day thing. He was in a bit of a rush to get here from his home in Nowhere, West Sussex, because for a special romantic treat, Sutton were playing Maidstone United which was very exciting, even though Leo hates football
Leo is a romantic soul, and likes to make me happy. Valentine's Day means an awful lot to him, especially as he is madly in love with yours truly ;D I, too, am a bit of an old soppy and am also madly in love with him, so it means a lot to me, too. Leo was therefore getting into a real old flap about being on time. He managed to miss his train. Luckily, his mum happened to be driving up this way at about the right time, so she very kindly dropped him off here before driving on to his sister's. But because Leo was in such a flap, he managed to leave the very special and lovely Valentine's Day present he'd got me in the car.
I told him it didn't matter, but Leo was determined to make "our special day" perfect (Maidstone United had other plans, but I digress). So he rang his mum, who said she'd drop it round on her way home. She wouldn't get here until we'd gone out for the evening, but we asked her to stick it through the letterbox or hide it in the porch.
When we got back, there was a carrier bag in the porch containing a lovely-looking parcel. Leo said that it was the silly, cheap "extra" present he'd got me on top of the "proper" one. (I suppose it was the tinpot present. It was a bit tinpot, but in a really sweet way.) He said it was a little extra something to make me laugh, but he'd got me something much better and very special.
Inside the house, we found the card he'd got me. I share a communal letterbox with 6 other flats, and some considerate soul had put it on the hall table. But where was my present? Leo phoned his mum again, and she said she'd put it through the letterbox with the card. We went down again and checked every corner of the hall, even inside the cupboards in case someone had put it there for safe keeping (it didn't have a tag on it so they wouldn't have known whose it was). It wasn't there.
I wrote a very polite note to my neighbours, explaining that the present was mine, that if someone was looking after it for me I was very grateful and that I would like to have it as it means an awful lot to me. The inside of the letterbox was covered in the exact same glitter that was decorating the paper in which my tinpot present was wrapped, which pretty much proves that it had been posted through the letterbox.
Another day has passed, and nobody has owned up. Somebody has STOLEN my special present! STOLEN IT!!!!!
From what Leo said, I get the impression that it was a) quite valuable and b) unique, and impossible to replace. I don't know what it was, but I do know that Leo has been really struggling for money lately and that despite me telling him not to get me anything at all, he spent much more than he could afford on me. This is why I am so upset. It doesn't bother me that I only got a tinpot present, because it's lovely. It bothers me that someone could steal what is obviously someone else's Valentine's Day present, and that my poor boyfriend has spent money he can't afford on a total stranger who is a DIRTY, ROTTEN THIEF and feels terrible because he couldn't give his girlfriend a present on Valentine's Day.
Isn't it ironic that something left in the porch where anyone could grab it was left alone, but the thing that was delivered to my HOME was stolen by one of my horrible greedy neighbours? I am so glad I am moving out next week. I don't want to live with THIEVING BASTARDS!!!!!!!!!!!
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