We didn’t used to celebrate St Valentines Day.
We don’t subscribe to a consumerist view of love. (Though, of course, I like nice stuff.)
We don’t believe in celebrating our love on a set day just because someone says this is the day to do so. (Though we’ve always celebrated other arbitrary days, such as Christmas.)
One year, Mr S got sick of answering “What have you bought your wife for Valentine’s Day?” I think it may have coincided with a rose selling fundraiser students at his school were doing. So he bought me roses and two huge bottles of expensive champagne.
Then it morphed into oysters and champagne every year – once Mr S has a habit, he can’t break it.
This year, I thought I’d rock things up. Before Christmas, I bought Christmas M’n’Ms – red and green – and separated them for Valentines and St Patrick’s Days. I also bought some mini sweetheart lollies in America to put out. How’s that for forward planning?
I got home from work early and decorated the dining table. Sprinkled the table with red and silver hearts and the mini sweet hearts, put out a couple of heart containers, red candles and fairy lights I nicked from my mum’s. (Every time I go there I always take something.) That big red thing folds up and looks like half a heart. It was sold as a Valentine’s Day decoration. When it is opened, it looks nothing like a heart, so I used it upside down to hide the fairy light batteries
Nearly forgot the red M’n’Ms which I had hidden to protect from sons.
I also nearly forgot that I bought a Valentine stubby holder.
I ate my oysters. Mr S ate prawns. Then we sat on the front porch, on the most beautiful Friday afternoon and evening, drinking sparkling wine.
I will save the champers for another day.