Radiotherapy. Done. - For Him

Last appointment in this radiotherapy course. The parking machine will be devastated. It was probably halfway through buying itself a holiday home on your contributions. I considered getting you a commemorative plaque, but "Spent A Fucking Fortune On Parking" wouldn't fit nicely underneath your name. A card will have to do. You can mark today however you fancy: a little celebration, a quiet afternoon or issuing orders from your usual dent in the sofa. That last one should require very little rehearsal. Nobody's expecting you to spring into action; I've seen how long it takes you to answer the door on a perfectly ordinary day. I'm glad you've reached this point, mate. You're a bloody nuisance, but you're my bloody nuisance, and I love you very much. Roast with love x