The least romantic thing my husband gave to me was a tin of white paint for my birthday, so that I could re paint the kitchen ceiling, when he was away playing with his radio controlled toys for the day. There have been many instances over the years so I no longer expect romance because my husband is as romantic as a wet lettuce!
What job would you do now, if you had the choice? (Light hearted)
Will Labour backing rejoining be the “end” or the “making” of them??





