This one’s for anyone who is dreading going on FaceBook today to see all those beautiful flowers, breakfasts in bed, chocolates, cards and other thoughtful little gestures that someone else’s lover did for them.
There’s plenty of single people out there who dread February 14th but that doesn’t mean that everyone who hates Valentines Day is not in a relationship.
My hubster does not believe in flowers, he does not believe in cards, he does not believe in gestures of any kind. The card I’ve bought will stay in its cellophane because I was told last night that I won’t be getting a card so why bother?
I have given up on romance – I’m not sure whether I even care about it but what is nice is the idea that someone else has spent a minute to think about you (and admittedly a rushed purchase of a bunch of supermarket roses – beautiful as they may be, is not exactly something that involves any special thought about what makes one unique individual tick).
So for all those out there for whom this day provokes a cold prickly feeling inside, I feel your pain and I’d just like to remind you that we are all special, beautiful people and give you permission to go and buy yourself a little gift (my gift to me is a little Sainsburys Wensleydale heart with fig and salted caramel!)