Valentine’s Day is always such an anti-climax, isn’t it? All those cards and hearts, chocolates and roses.
We should get a grip, because that’s just marketing puffery we’re buying into.
You know what’s really romantic? My husband getting up at the crack of dawn to walk the dog so that I can have a lie-in (it’s pragmatic too as he knows I need my beauty sleep better than anyone).
Or what about removing my hair from the plughole – a gross task, so you just know someone has to love you to do that. Or making cheesecake with the children as I can’t bear the mess they make.
It’s the small things in life, not the big gestures, which offer true romance. And a £3 card from the high street is not going to make me feel any differently.