It’s Valentine’s Day - and I can feel the love!
A whole area of St Paul’s Centre has been taken over this
morning by lots of young parents with their babes - almost all of whom are being carried in capacious and comfortable-looking slings, either strapped on their parent’s back or front. A helpful type is demonstrating the best way to wrap a sling around
one’s body, enfolding small infant without dropping him or her. A sign indicates that this is a Sling Library. Whatever next, I wonder? Not one of the babies is crying, they are a Contented Lot - as I said, I can feel the love and, it seems, so can the
littl’uns. In fact I feel a bit out of it, not having either a baby or a sling. I did, of course, sport a Robot Sling for six long weeks but that was not the same thing at all, at all.
I am here, sans baby, to meet my lovely Carers’ Carer who for a precious hour will listen to me warble on, pose gentle questions to set me thinking and won’t mind at all if I sniff and snuffle a bit. I show her the book,
Be With, that I was telling you all about in a previous Daily Blog and she reckons she can use some of the ideas that inspired me most in a group session she is running about helping caregivers to manage stress. I’m pleased to think she will be sharing
the love, too.
We give each other a hug (more love!) and I head off to Marks and Spencer’s to scan their Valentine’s Day Dine in for Two offer. Other
stores are undoubtedly making similar, loving offers but Mr B has seen the M & S advert on TV and has kept drawing it to my attention. Nothing else will do. When Mr B sets his heart on something, there’s no stopping him. It was the same the day we
met more than 55 years ago outside Woolworths in Sittingbourne High Street. Can you imagine a more romantic setting? Possibly, I hear you say...
In the newspaper
today it suggests that couples wishing to spice up their love life this Valentine’s Day should take up board games like Scrabble or Monopoly. Just an hour of Battleships or dominoes will apparently create a surge of oxytocin, which is described as the
“cuddle hormone.” All I can say is that the researchers (okay, they were from an American university which may explain things) haven’t studied the effects of playing board games on Mr B, aka Mr Uber-Competitive. There is no way we would be
cuddling up after a hard-fought game of Monopoly on account of the fact that Mr B will never, ever, agree to let me off payment when I land first on Mayfair with his three hotels, then on Park Lane (ditto) even knowing, as he does, that this will bankrupt
me and leave me destitute, with only a Get Out Of Jail Free Card to my name. Mr B will be crowing, I will be sulking - oxytocin will be in Short Supply.
we won’t recover the cribbage board from the sideboard this evening - but we will Dine In For Two. Fingers crossed that I will cook the steak to perfection, remembering that Mr B likes it ruined. Or, rather, well done. I will light the Yankee Candle
which Our Boy gave me for Christmas (it’s nearly burnt down to nothingness but I reckon it will last the evening) and we will gaze at each other over our heart-shaped salmon terrines. Though not for too long, because it’s difficult to eat without
paying due attention to one’s plate. Especially for one who is Always Thinking About Her Stomach.
On the mantelpiece, in its place of honour, our single
Valentine’s card. Mr B (who never forgot a Valentine’s Day once upon a time) can’t get out to buy me one now, so every year I buy one for the two of us.
Sharing is caring (as the Middle of the Darling Daughters is always reminding the Trio of Rampaging Rascals....)
Feel the love!