Himself came home a whilst back and said he had a gift for me in the back of the work van. Three guesses.
My stupid. It was NOT him. Nor neither Robbie.
How Very Dare You.
P.S. My Angels are all fire and steel. Michael. Uriel. Warriors. Like Jehanne dArc’s angels.
Not floaty, sparkly, diaphanous, smiley nursemaids with band aids. .