- Cook him his favourite meal every night for a week
- Write him a love song and serenade him from the back garden
- Buy a silky neglige and captivate him with a dance
- Write him poetry about my love for him
- Have a dozen red roses delivered for his attention
- Bribe him with wine and chocolates
- Persuade him to help me clear out the spare room
- Offer him a relaxing back massage
- Cooking and eating a meal only takes up a certain amount of time - he'd be back on the XBox within seconds of downing his cutlery...
- The neighbours would have me committed... that is, if I were brave enough to set foot in the back garden after the gardening and cat chasing debacles...
- I can't dance... he'd probably end up dialling the emergency services and telling them his wife was having some kind of satin-clad fit. 'nough said.
- I'm rubbish at love poetry. Purple Ronnie style ditties I can do. Anything else, forget it.
- He would merely bring the roses into the lounge, whereby he'd set them up in some kind of 'undergrowth' way and use them to 'set the scene' for his next game...
- He'd still play the flippin' game and I'd end up squiffy and a few pounds heavier...
- Ha! That is all.
- No can do. My hands are still bruised from the pruning of aforementioned back garden.
I guess if all else fails I could chuck the *&$%ing contoller out of the front door under the speeding wheels of a conveniently passing vehicle?
Mwah ha ha ha!