My amazing bf is overseas on business. He left yesterday and be back on 17th but he's left a card and present with strict instructions not to open til valentines. I hid a card and his fav chocolate in his suitcase.
My DP will naturally forget. I will wake him up, kiss him, give him a card, a present, and pretend to believe him when he says he's giving me my present after the DC's have gone to bed in the evening. And not notice how it was hurriedly wrapped, the card was bought from the shop on his way home and cost about 50p, and the present was probably one of the prototypes for his woodwork designs (from his own business) and hurriedly sanded down and filed.
Same as every valentine's day for the past 12 years...nothing as not had anyone to do anything with. Hate the day...am fine single thanks but realy don't need reminding that society funds it unacceptable that no one loves me!
Hi londonmummy. When my daughter was born in 2010, on valentines day that year she was only 2 weeks old. DH and I stayed in, watched a film and he got me some presents but more really because it was his way of pampering me as a new mummy. We don't really celebrate valentines day but I do like to use it as an excuse to do something romantic in the house.
In 2011 we actually went out, first time we have ever done this to a lovely bar in shoreditch. Very nice and quiet, only three other couples. But one of them had an argument and the lady stormed out!! Her other half was left sitting there like a lemon with the bottle of wine 2 thirds full and she'd left all her presents behind. It was pretty embarrassing for him I still wonder, how did he fuck up?!
Last year, stayed in, candle lit dinner in the kitchen. This year, we are using up a spa voucher that we got as a wedding present. It's a coincidence that it expires on V day!!
Saveme, thank you so much for making me giggle helplessly with that image.
One of my, well, minor issues with the whole tit-chopping business is that I hate bras and hardly ever wear one... the idea of a Naice Young Man with warm hands whose duty it is to stand behind me and cup the afflicted tit whenever I need to move is quite appealing.
Very little on the 14th but on the following saturday I have arranged (secretly) for DD to go to Granny's house for a few hours, then I will run DW a hot smelly bath, give her a bunch of flowers and some nice undies then take her to all the local charity shops (her fave pastime) then on to lunch at the chip shop... another favourite of hers!
''a total waste of time and money and not having anything to do with it and i know he loves me and he knows i love him and we both know that we know and we don't need to pay for a bit of card to say it, if i don't know he loves me by now there's something wrong''.
So i didn't buy him a card.
And on the morning of VD he presented me with a big slushy romantic card with the most lovely words written by him and i was , , and all at the same time.
AND - we've not bothered with xmas cards to each other for the last 5 years (since our first xmas together) but last xmas was our first as DH/DW. I thought it would be nice - but got the above speech, so didn't buy him one.
You can see where this is going.
On Christmas morning he gave me a beautiful card with the most beautiful poem, which he'd written himself.