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Today  my partner went to the dentist for an inlay (what we used to call a crown back in the day) – he is not good at the dentist.

Anyway I came out of work at 3pm today and had a message waiting on my mobile answerphone.

Feeling all gooey over it, and faintly sorry for his dental ordeal (it is always an ordeal, even a check up!) I eagerly dialed the voicemail to receive  his romantic message:

Hi Hun, can you buy me some baccy?  … love you …. oh by the way I am dribbling and the dog has shat on the carpet, bye

It’s nice to know romance isn’t dead.