Today is, of course, Valentines Day.
That day dreaded by all single people.
I can still remember – when I was single – the palpable relief of getting through the day and having not had to suffer the embarrassment of receiving an anonymous card from someone (not that that happened every year), and yet, strangely, still feeling a little upset for exactly the same reason.
It was different when I was dating. A big card, chocolates, flowers and a slap-up meal virtually guaranteed I was going to have a good night, so I didn’t mind shelling out.
Being married though, removes one from all that nonsense – nonsense perpetuated by Hallmark, Thorntons, Interflora and all the bloody supermarkets.
Mrs M and I really don’t need to woo each other anymore. We’re too old for all that lark.
A hearty handshake, a peck on the cheek and a cup of coffee and she’ll be happy.
I’m reasonably sure of it.