One of the many things I love about my wife is that she doesn’t make me do anything for Valentine’s Day. Bloody Valentine’s. It brings nothing but resentment and misery. It makes single people feel left out and lonely and turns happy couples against each other. True, some women might feel a little gratified if their man buys them expensive flowers — particularly if the florist delivers to her office so that others can see just how special she is. She might also enjoy being taken out for an expensive meal at a restaurant full of other couples making each other feel special on this special day.
‘Darling, I had to book four months in advance coz they get so busy.’
‘Darling, I can see!’
We all know such thrills are fleeting and vain. They only lead to bitterness if they are not bettered each year, on the next 14 February, in perpetuity.
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