No ordinary Valentine

We did alot of screwing in the utility room on Valentines night. You see married Valentines is a little different to the flower laden, gift enhanced, dinner out single version. Having eaten dinner separately ( he was stroking his bullocks.....I was starving) and put the boys to bed, I joined GASP in the utility room, in my pyjamas, as he pulled out his tool and got to work....unscrewing the panels on the side of the tumble drier. I had declared that I knew exactly how to fix the drier, having very intelligently asked the €80 an hour service man to show me what exactly he had done the last time we called him out....not a bad idea hey ! We had , in fact, paid him €80 to mop up a little water in a reservoir with some kitchen roll, thereby "convincing" the drier that the water container was not in fact full.....FFS! GASP was not exactly convinced that I knew what I was doing, but nonetheless, in an effort to save a bit of expenditure went along with me, and to his great delight, I actually sorted the issue easily and the indicator light went out....exactly as I had planned....phew ! Smugly I left the utility room at this point and made myself a cup of tea, as he efffed blinded and declared war on said tumble drier while he , one by one, re inserted the umpteen screws holding the panels in place. He arrived into the kitchen and I could tell my new skills had got him aroused ! " I need you to do something for me" he said " "I know it's only a small hole but it keeps poking out....... is there anything you can do ????" Blimey I thought, turning around swiftly to see what awaited me on that most romantic night of the year......he was holding out his oilskin jacket with a hole in the pocket through which his phone kept falling out !!!! I sighed, pulled out my needle and thread and we sat down to watch Holby City........15 years to the day we got engaged ...nothing much has changed.....he's still getting his tool out and I'm trying to avoid a prick !