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Happy Valentine's Day to all you lovebirds
Anyone have a romantic start to the day?
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Any plans for later?
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Romance is just a part
And friends to share your ups and downs
Can also lift your heart
Happy Valentine's Day to all of you, whether you have a 'romantic' Valentine or not!
My OH and I opened our cards and pressies in bed this morning whilst out daughter jumped all over us.
We are taking a trip through to a nearby village for a walkabout this morning, and later tonight I'll be cooking a three course extravaganza as a treat. :-*
Hope you all have a lovely day.
My OH remembered- a card and a box of Black Magic were waiting for me when I got up this morning- he left them on my chair at my desk.
I haven't bought his card and pressie yet- but I do usually leave them on the sofa where he sits...:)
That's shattered all my dreams about St. Valentine!
Great blog, by the way - and what an adorable little girl you were - and still are!
Pete remarked the other evening as we were watching something and the adverts came on that he really, really liked the song that was on the advert playing... but he didn't know who the singer was. I tried to remember what the ad was but failed, miserably, except that it was a car... asked on FB, nobody knew, eventually Googled 'new car ads' and found it! Something called 'Happy' by Pharrel Williams I think it was.
Anyhow I managed to 'gift' it to him by iTunes, after trying for ages! And left him a card and some chocs in his breakfast place last night, as he leaves way before I get up.
He left me a card and a detective book by someone I'd never heard of but turns out to be J K Rowling - something I would never have bought for myself, but am intensely curious to read, so a success for him!
Clintons, where I got the card were pushing their silk effect type artificial single roses- so but a valentines gift and you could get one of the roses for x amount.
When asked, I replied, 'I don't think so, my husband's a Yorkshireman...'
Just been wrapping up little pressies for the children - I gave them cards this morning - and the usual whisky for the husband. I'll be expecting some chocs and then we will be having a nice meal. A good excuse to remember to show each other how much we appreciate each other. (That was a clumsy sentence but I can't be bothered to redraft it!)
He's quite ok with me sharing it as an example of Valentine-ness...these are just bits.. what do you think?
I remember sunshine speckled fragments of that day. Tying my shirt about my waist, and basting my back in in the springtime breeze. Grass hung on the wind and whirled about our heads. I don’t remember what we talked of, but I remember the mid-afternoon waiting on your next word as you turned and smiled, eclipsing the sun. I recall making our way back. Our bicycles chasing and dancing together on the parched road. The meadows washed past and I remarked that we looked like we were on holiday in France. In truth I was happier where we were.
It’s interesting, I think, what memories make the instagram moments of our mind. In reality I’m sure it was a normal day, no different from its counterparts that had preceeded it, or its doppelgängers that will make the annual appointment in future. But for those fifteen minutes, it was the first and last time that event will ever happen, and somewhere, it is always happening. Somewhere we’re always riding in the afternoon.
(Then it blahs on and gets a tad too steamy for here and get to this bit)
I’m still chasing you to the restaurant, still catching the scent of pine and oak in the still night, still battling the roadside foliage’s grasps at your form. I’m still wondering if the sparkle in your glance is for me. I’m still stumbling home after you, inconsequential houses, other lives lighting the path homeward.
Before it ends. He always was a bit dramatic. I have never written a love letter in my life.
Oh, to have such a letter...
Though if I were his girlfriend I would prefer that no one read the letter other than me!
I think he wants me to persuade him that writing is where his future lies. I think permission is what he is seeking perhaps - the problem being that his only role model is me, and although I battle away at it, even have a book, I earn no money.
He can't see it as a future. It's a shame really, he is also a talented actor, but his chaperones were always out-of-work and really down actors, and he could see that the life would be very hard unless he had the drive to do it. And he doesn't.
But I do think there's a risk you lose the joy if it becomes a 'job' that has to pay the bills, unless you're very lucky.
I hate Valentine's day. It's my wife's birthday and we can never go out for a meal because everywhere's booked. If we do manage to get a table, they want us out as quickly as possible so they can give it to someone else. Last year was an exception - we went to Whitby for a few days and got a table at a fish and chip restaurant. Apparently, people don't think fish and chip restaurants are romantic enough for Valentine's day! It was fine for us - I love fish and chips and my wife's a vegetarian, so she was happy just so long as they had a good vegetarian selection.
We did manage a candle-lit dinner last week (though not on the day). We were staying at a cottage in Wales and the electricity went out in the storm. The candle-lit dinner consisted of cheese sandwiches and a bottle of red wine.
Liz, your son sounds almost as talented as his clever parents. (So glad you found the song you were looking for. You say you're not a romantic but that was truly sweet of you.)
Hope everyone had a lovely day. xx