Well, it’s Valentine Day!
I only know this because, when I fired up the intyweb this morning, I
wondered what the Google Doodle was about and then I realised. It’s a
lovely little film btw.
I can’t remember when I last got a Valentine’s card.
I remember my
first: posted by my mum, I recognised the badly disguised handwriting; I
was about 9.
I remember my first from a boy: PR, he was an eco-warrior at my environmental protest group (ok,
so he was a pipe-fitter as well, but it was his principles and long
hair I fell in love with rather than his ability to reroute my parents’
gas supply at cost) and it was handmade from recycled paper; I was 16. I wonder what he’s doing now.
It’s not something J and I do.
We barely manage to remember our
wedding anniversary to be honest. But today, before work, he’s running j over to the garage to drop his car off for a service, then at
lunchtime he’s running over to the next town to pick up the garden
furniture I bought yesterday - organising everything around his own job.
Last night I didn’t miss University Challenge because he Sky+ed it for
me and he’ll still let me put my cold feet in his lap and give me a foot
massage while we watch TV.
Better than petrol station flowers any day!
Enjoy your Valentine’s Day!