It’s February. It’s Valentine’s. For singletons, Cupid is busy taking his aim and for those content in coupledom, it’s meant to be a chance to remind one other of our undying love.
However, thanks to what appears to have been appalling foresight on my part, Valentine’s is a bit of a non-starter for me. It all begins with having a wedding anniversary on the 1st January which, it turns out, is much is the same as having a birthday anywhere near 25th December. It falls hot on the heels of a big Christmas spend-up, so anniversary gifts are all too easily abandoned. And with New Year hang-overs also having their say, candlelit dinners are also a dead end. Trouble is, by the time Valentine’s comes around, the ‘anniversary-which-wasn’t-really-one’ is forgotten about by both of us. The domino effect being that we don’t celebrate Valentine’s either because ‘we’ve only recently had our anniversary’….and to think I thought the best bonus to a wedding on the 1st January was that neither of us would ever forget an all-important date!