So after holding back a couple of months, I find myself waiting for postie plod to deliver my nice new shiny iphone 4. Mrs D is at the moment less then pleased about this, mostly due to the fact I've ordered one and it's not for her. The atmosphere in the Dobbo household is a tad on the frosty side. I have of course tried to ease her pain with a new pair of shoes but I suspect the glee they provided will be short lived.
It's an odd thing how the once reliable new shoe ploy seems to have lost it's kick. Mrs D tells me that diamonds work far better, lots of diamonds. Problem is I fear the diamond would go the way of the once great shoe, then what. Perhaps the head of an enemy on a silver plate.