Ahh Valentine’s Day! Love it or hate it? I think I fall somewhere in the middle these days. I don’t think of us as really doing the Valentine’s thing as such, it’s nonsense really isn’t it? Especially for old (non) marrieds like us. But I suppose we do actually. We always buy each other a card anyway and usually a little something. Hey, anything that gives me an excuse to buy lingerie for me for him is never a bad thing. And who in their right mind would miss the opportunity to add to their Emma Bridgewater collection under the guise of it being a thoughtful gift? Not me!
Before you write me off as a complete sap, don’t get me wrong I don’t think there is anything less romantic than being told when to be romantic. I honestly couldn’t think of a worse day to propose, could you imagine? Cringe. And don’t even get me started on the price of flowers going through the roof for that one day. Oh so wrong. And no, a stuffed toy holding a balloon is never going to be the right way to say I love you. Never. Ever. What on earth would a grown woman (or man for that matter) want with a stuffed toy? *shudder*
No, whilst spontaneity is the way to this girls heart. (And yes, that is still possible nineteen years and four children later. It might take more effort but it is possible) If you put the grumpiness aside and just use it as an excuse to light some candles and open a bottle of champagne, what’s not to love? Well, unless that involves leaving the house. Trust me, there is nothing less romantic than a romantic dinner for two on Valentine’s Day. We made that mistake on our very first Valentine’s and after laughing our way through it, we vowed that we would never ever do it again. All of those couples squashed on to tiny tables for two? All eating from the same fixed menu while pretending that this is the most romantic night of the year? No thank you *snort*
Nope, take it all with a pinch of salt and embrace (very selective parts of) the fluff and nonsense I say. Happy Valentine’s Day folks!