2000-10-20 - 16:37:35
He Hearts Me

He Hearts Me

Working away last night on this stupid god-damned narrative chronology that I'm expected to have done by Monday, at about 10:30 I hear someone clunkily ascending my doorstep. I'm not expecting anyone, and I have been successful in training friends not to stop by unannounced.

The outside light is off; as I walk through the living room towards the front door, I cannot see who might be out there. Then the doorbell rings several times in rapid succession. I hear footsteps hurriedly retracing themselves.

I open the locked, wooden door, look down to see a wee white stuffed teddy-bear. Peering out into the dark, I see a tall, slender jean-jacketed young man scurrying across my lawn into a waiting half-ton truck which speeds off immediately.

I pick up the teddy-bear: Teddy's wearing a red sweater emblazoned with "I [heart symbol] YOU".

Smiling, I am 90% sure this cuddly token has been bestowed by none other than Pierre. And sure enough, he phones me 30 minutes later to fess up to the random act of affection.

What an absolute sweetheart, eh?

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