Well, it’s Valentine’s Day. Again. The good lady wife her indoors and I have a standing agreement we don’t ‘do’ Valentine’s Day. I’m sure the blessed saint was a right-on kind of guy (being, as he was/is, the patron saint of epilepsy. And beekeepers. So also epileptic beekeepers. And also Clinton’s Cards).
But this house is cool with not making a big thing about it. So once again we will aim for an early night which will involve me reading my Kindle, her scrolling through Insta, and the dogs nesting all over the two of us. I quite like that scene, it’s one of my favourite.
Mrs M and I celebrate VD with a firm handshake and nothing else.
That said, I did make her an extra cup of coffee this morning.
I’m such an old romantic.
Oooh. I made the good lady wife her indoors a cup of tea in bed this morning. Does this mean I too am an old romantic? I believe it does
*preen*