Marks & Spencer Cafe

This review is on behalf of the last dweller in my flat that clearly hasn’t changed their address, I’ve had numerous letters for her MOT on her ford fiesta, but she gladly did not receive these so called flowers from M&S’ “The Flower shop”. I opened their birthday card yesterday in hope of a tenner but I was more concentrated at the flowers that turned up, They don’t even taste that nice. If it was my 31st birthday, “with wishes from Steve” i’d be mortified if these turned up at my doorstep. more withered than the nether; I’d rather steal some off the local roundabout. Leaving them at the window as if the liquor inside of me would not hint at the fact these are too far gone to be saved. I feel as if the last resident had not notified their own family of their move as i’ve been invited to the annual barbecue at Steve & Margret’s House, Might turn up and give these latin named monsters to them.