Am awoken abruptly from peaceful slumber at 7.35am and forced to leave warm cosy retreat otherwise know as 'bed' to answer loud knock at the door. Gorgeous man stands on my doorstep holding enormous bouquet of 50 red roses elegantly displayed in water wrapped cellophane.
'Happy Valentine's Day' he cheerily chants to a somewhat surprised and bedraggled me who having just got up stands there in my faded pyjamas, breasts hanging freely under bra less top, hair unbrushed, sleepy dust stuck in eyelashes and one sock hanging half off toes!
Whilst opening the accompanying card a second knock echos from the door and a beautiful bunch of perfectly formed tightly closed tulips are left on the doorstep......15 bouquets later the table is rather full and am wondering how we shall manage to sit and dine today, without plonking selves on picnic rug on the floor?
10.45 am and postman is this time making a special delivery from extra van appointed specifically to carry mass supply of cards in red envelopes. Spend rest of the morning and most of the afternoon wondering who all these secret admirers are???????
2.34 pm take a quick ride to nearest town to pick up provisions for tonight, best be prepared for the unexpected....(well you never know!). Unusually seem to be attracting rather a lot of attention from males. Find self feeling rather embarrassed initially but then hold head high as I stride around supermarket. Leave store and stop to view latest rentals in Estate agents window, turn side ways to admire booty in window reflection only to reveal large ladder and hole in tights with pink frilly panties on full view! Hmm That might explain things.....!!
8.15 pm Children finally in bed so set about preparing delightful Valentine meal for one as no one would babysit for me to go out and pretend I was having a jolly good time being single for third year running. Am stopped in tracks by muffled knock at door which dog (with over sensitive hearing and very loud bark) amazingly hasn't heard, thus children remain in state of sleepy unconsciousness. Rather rugged looking handsome man stands on door step with no gift (it's not about that). He flatters me with beautiful comments, teasing me with little kisses around my neck then nibbles my ear sending shivers though out my whole being, then he envelopes me in his arms before pulling me close to him thrusting his groin against me, his excitement is clearly defined....Wyld man smells divine and his tantalising presence melts me to a pulp right there on the door mat!
'TAKE ME TO PASTURES NEW.......please'......... Arrrr!!!!!
Am awoken by alarm clock at 7.30am.........
Valentine's day again....one day of the year when I am reminded of the fact that I am single, widowed and without significant other. This day has in history never bothered me (whilst I was with someone), I'm a true romantic in many ways but do not need to wait for February 14th to prove it. However, this year although having had several invitations to go to events and have a jolly good time, I cannot help feeling a bit tiddled off with the whole thing. Just a little. Normally I would put myself into a bubble and create my little romantic scenario at home with just me, a drink or too and a special meal home cooked exactly how I like it. This year I have felt very differently, some how dreading the day. I had to pop into Chipping Norton briefly last night and was bombarded by the shop window displays and the anonymous yarn bomber who had done her usual delightful act of covering lamp posts, benches and door handles with crochet bits of loveliness. Normally I stop to admire her work and am truly grateful for the time and effort she puts in - but not last night. I held my head low and walked avoiding making eye contact with anything consider remotely related to love and hearts. I even had to turn over the radio station!
I lay in bed last night thinking how unlucky in love I am then it occurred to me......what a load of trash! Firstly I do believe that the whole Valentine thing is a ploy to encourage commercialism and secondly how can I possibly even begin to think I am unlucky in love??? I was married to the same amazing guy who loved me unconditionally for 19 years. 19 totally amazing years. That is not unlucky at all, that my friends is something that I can smile about and be grateful for. But that is not all, I have three beautiful children and masses of very 'real' friends who wrap me up in love bubbles all the time. I AM NOT UNLUCKY IN LOVE, it's all around me :-)
So no red enveloped cards for me this year (that saves on tree sacrifice and landfill) but a big smile of gratefulness and a heart full of love. Here's a little for you <3 <3 <3 <3 <3