The cards sit on the kitchen worktop, one to another- ludicrously anonymised and accompanied by chocolates on both sides. We have insured ourselves against each other’s opprobrium.
We could have gone further in de-risking a potentially bloody valentine
I suspect that most of us fear the consequences of getting valentines wrong than delight in getting it right. I love the idea that treating your partner to some ersatz soft- porn in Paris will show her your love. It has all the subtlety of a trip to Ann Summers.
But most of us will navigate round the bloody to the funny valentine. We’ll find that tender moment that relights the spark, or – have we no current lover – enjoy the spectacle of supermarket queues of anxious men, hoping belated roses will do.
We are such saps, tenderness cannot be purchased at Tescos, nor yet with Imperial Corporate events, it is freely given and received, it is sealed with a kiss!
Postscript
For those of us who stayed up to 3 am to see the Rams conquer the Bengals, , I wish you a quiet one!