Love is in the air!
Well, it is Valentine’s Day, the one day in the year when we are encouraged / invited / instructed
to go all soppy and sentimental in the name of Love. Me? Well, blessed as I am with the Usher Gene, I am more than happy with soppy and sentimental. Indeed, some have said that Soppy and Sentimental are my middle names. But for those not so blessed,
there is a very simple Valentine’s Day Rule. You haven’t heard of it? Well, what a good job you’re reading the Daily Blog, that’s all I can say.
Rule 1: Remember the Day.
That’s it, really. Simple isn’t it? How you choose to remember the day is between you and your loved
one(s). If you are querying my use of the plural (surely on Valentine’s Day, of all days, we should be talking about the One And Only) then I have to point to the display in one particular card shop I visited which was offering “Buy One,
Get One Free.” No, I didn’t take advantage of the offer – though, thinking this through, I suppose I could have saved one for next year. Why didn’t I think of that at the time...
For a couple of years, Mr B and I struggled to remember whether we had come to an agreement not to spend money on Valentine’s Day cards anymore. The first year Mr B bought me one, but went without himself. The next year,
still remembering the guilt, I bought him a card but he didn’t reciprocate. “Did we, or did we not agree.....?” we asked each other. It was easier, and safer, we decided after that, to mark the day in the time-honoured fashion.
Today, quite apart from the exchange of cards, we had an exciting time ahead of us, having been invited to a Valentine’s Day Lunch by some good friends. We were supposed
to be visiting the Turner Exhibition at beautiful Petworth House first but when I telephoned to check whether we needed to book, a slightly snobbish gentleman informed me that the House was closed on Thursdays and Fridays. He rather implied I should have known
this without being told. I was suitably quashed. But then I thought that perhaps he doesn't have anyone to love and is grouchy as a result. I shall give him the benefit of the doubt. After all, as I said before, love is in the air (but not at Petworth
House, because it's Thursday...)
It was probably just as well we didn’t have to travel to Petworth, because on the way to our friends’ home, our car
developed a little bit of engine trouble and had to be nursed, lovingly, there and back by an increasingly worried Mr B. Tomorrow it will go to the garage for some more Tender Loving Care which will hopefully put the oomph back into its engine.
Lunch was, well, lovely – a fitting feast for Valentine’s Day on a table bedecked with All Things Romantic. A Triumph of the Heart. And because we weren’t
able to make it to Petworth House, we watched a film instead. Which wasn’t exactly a RomCom, but what it lacked in Rom, it made up for in Com, on account of its unreadable sub-titles.
We were sent on our way with two beautiful Valentine’s cupcakes, each adorned with a cheeky Cupid. I let Mr B have the chocolate one. As the Elizabethan soldier, poet and lover, Sir Philip Sydney, once didn’t
“My true love hath my cupcake.
And I have his.”
Happy Valentine’s Day to lovers everywhere!