He just called to tell me that "really H., you know I love you, but you have got to stop buying all these shoes -- I'm not being funny, love; you may lose your flat if you're not careful, and you've got a lovely flat...d'you know what I'm saying? I'm not telling you off or nuffink, and I do think that your boots are gorgeous; I'm only saying this because I love you, and you know I do, and...where was I?"
This went on for about half an hour. He even started crying about halfway through...
I think he was drunk. And today, he's pointedly ignoring me.
