This much i know - the Valentine's Special
I thought this post would be a tale of hapless men, of last minute requests, of dozens of red.
I was wrong.
This year men surprised me with their organisation, their charm and wit, and their readiness to submit to my ideas and not order a dozen red. Admittedly I had to beat a few into submission, but all in the name of romance.
laden down they skipped off into the pouring rain, some to cook supper, others out to dinner, quite a few with the box set of House of cards, and some who clearly had much better ideas for the kitchen table.
The following morning a few came in with their tails between their legs
She said not to bother with Valentine's Day, so I didn't, and now she won't talk to me.
and then the ladies came in
the flowers were beautiful, i bet he forgot and called you at the very last minute
it requires no effort on his part, you know what i like, you make it too easy for him.
Men have the capacity to be romantic if only women would let them.
If you are thinking that with all this insight into the male psyche, my love life is all rainbows and butterflies.
For sure (t- 22 days) you are a fool.
and the above photographs have absolutely nothing to do with Valentine's, i didn't take any photographs of a perfectly styled shop with me wistfully playing with rankels.
The reality was me knee deep in leaves, eating all the Easter chocolate, and fighting back tears of pain from my left shoulder.
I need a fancier job title.
Next up Mothering Sunday 30th March, put in your diary.
There are at least 5 private jokes contained within this post.
Posted by Miss Pickering at 1:18 PM