OK…
…who sent me the rose? (and appologies, but due to a cockup in the mail room I never got it 
)
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Dom, I can quite confidently state that it wasn’t me
Not I, my good man!
Me me me me me
Ah, no, hang on, your Dom -Davis-
Easy mistake and all that
It wasn’t me!
wasn’t me either
Not me ..
although.. no not me!But Dom’s got an admiiiiiirrrrrer *wolf whistle*
Or, more likely, someone sent me it as they felt sorry for me. The list of people who know my work address and might feel compeled to send me a rose is short and, depending on who sent it, raises some awkward questions. On balance I’d rather not have received it than not know who sent it.
Ah! but the agony of suspense. Was it a serious token of affection or simply a wind-up? Does somebody have feelings for you or are simply feeling sorry for you? Did it come from that ad/recruitment/double glazing company that want your business - no! they would have made sure you knew its origins. The certainty is that it wasn’t from me, although I am sorry I did not think of such a elegant gesture.
Not me either hun
If it had been me it would have been a plant, I dont do cut flowers.
While I appreicate that I’m usually pegged as ‘usual suspect’ it wasn’t me either.
However the post does raise a question - if due to a cockup in the mailroom you didn’t get it how do you kow there was one?
I got the card a week late without the [now dead] rose.
It wasn’t me. To be honest The Hildy didn’t get any flowers so I’m hardly likely to send some to anyone else. That could get me in a lot of trouble. To reiterate: It wasn’t me and even if it was I’d deny it.
OK, done some detective work and it’s not any of the people that would cause problems so unless it was Pinkosa or one of the girls I chat to at work a bit we’re now into the scary possibility of it being one of my male friends trying to be nice (guys, thats worse that my mother sending me on)… or I do actually have an admirer. On the offchance that the latter is actually true and they read this blog: need more hints as to who you are
A hint (perhaps):
Prince Ludwig: You do not recognize me, then. Let me refresh your memory. You remember when you were in Cornwall at the monastery, there was an old shepherd with whom you used to talk.
Melchett: Good Lord, Dimkins?
Prince Ludwig: Yes! *I* was one of his sheep.
Melchett: Not….
Prince Ludwig: Yes!
Melchett: Flossy?
Prince Ludwig: Yes!
Melchett: But didn’t we…?
Prince Ludwig: Yes, Lord Melchett! BBBBAAAAA!
Git
have you enjoyed, or in any other way marked the annual passing of roughly one solar orbit since the last anniversary of your birthing?
I marked it in a fashion that I deemed fit.
WHERE ARE YOU?!!
Erm… here (which is currently near Liverpool Street):P
Oh, and I worked out where the rose came from, rumours of me having an admirer are greatly exagerated
So… do tell, where did it come from?!?!?
A girl from the Technical Support Center (helldesk [sic]) at work (who also happens to live in Australia and has claimed on more than one occasion she doesn’t fancy me so neh).