Well in the week leading up to the very well publicized ‘V day’, I go into a bit of a panic actually. Rushing madly around destroying all the catalogs splattered in love hearts. How rude is it to just outright ignore my “NO JUNK MAIL” sign plastered all over my letterbox. I guess we all have a different definition of the word ‘junk’. I remove anything red from sight and make sure there are no movies or books with the word ‘love’ in them lying around, (this includes; ‘First Love By Prescription’. On the evening before, I change the radio station to ABC to ensure that we don’t wake up to a ‘love song’ and get up extra early to quickly slip out of my nightie and into a drab t-shirt and very unflattering track pants, definitely not a ‘sexy’ look.
I head downstairs and instead of switching onto the regular
Morning show that we always watch, that is definitely bound to mention it, I switch to SBS which has some foreign show in a different language in a remote country that I’m sure won’t have heard of Valentine’s Day. I curl up on the couch and pretend to look interested and hoping that my beloved partner of too many years has not remembered this very memorable day.
Well no such luck! He heads downstairs and sits opposite and greets me with a chirpy good morning.
“So do you know what day it is today?” he asks. I play dumb.
“No, is it something special?”
“Well, actually it’s Valentine’s Day and do you know the history behind it?”
Well of course I bloody do, he only reminds of it every single Valentine’s day without fail, so I sit back ready for the completely extended uncut, long drawn out and not missing bits history lesson about this soldier and his single troops and St Valentine and blah, blah boring blah.
Luckily I’m not a big fan of fresh flowers, I mean they just die and remind you that well love does that too, it just dies and heck if I had to wait for Valentines day to satisfy my chocolate fix, well I’d die of withdrawal.
