I woke with (very) slight trepidation this morning, St Valentine’s Day, as I just hadn’t bothered buying flowers or a card for the wife.
Lying in bed, she gave me a quick kiss and wished me a “Happy Valentine’s”, adding that she hadn’t bought me a card or anything else. I confirmed that she was getting the same.
However, I thought I’d do the decent thing and told her I’d bring her breakfast in bed. “Don’t bother, I have to wash my hair” came the instant reply.
Who said romance was dead? Maybe I should have bought her a card.
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