I have no problem admitting that I lovelovelove Valentine’s Day. I wake up, I ask for flowers, I don’t get any because I’m always harping on about how much I hate cut flowers, I sulk for a few minutes, D surprises me with a gift from the only company we agree on that I surely don’t deserve, and all is well.
This year we went out for a fantastic brunch, including alcohol before noon and loads of chocolate. Sigh. The diet re-commences tomorrow. I swear.
I love you, D!