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Friday 14th February 2014

Friday 14th February 2014


As well as getting breakfast in bed (which is not just a Valentine's treat, but one of the services I offer to people willing to sleep with me) my wife also got enough Ferrero Rochers this morning to create a make-shift pyramid shape. The deal was never that I would make the pyramid myself, so I didn't have to make it look pretty. But using one box of 25 chocolates as a base I was able to pile up the other 39 into a haphazard structure. Plus I put one of the extras on top of my wife's porridge. It's all good fun for now, but will my wife be smiling when the bedroom is so full of chocolates that she is crushed beneath them? Probably not, thinking about it. Stupid question.

God was clearly pretty pissed off about something today (I can only assume He hates love) as He had sent some nasty winds along to let us know about His unspecified grievance. We braved them to go to a posh restaurant for a romantic meal. Loads of other people had had the same idea amazingly, the place was packed with people grudgingly forced to celebrate their love by parting with some money. Personally I was delighted to have an excuse to spend some time with my wife and we had fun eating fish and drinking booze. She asked me which of our seven Valentine's had been my favourite. I could only remember the first one and the one we were having now. So I said the first one. Luckily my wife had the same amnesia about the middle five Valentine's Days (we can't even remember where we went last year and the blog isn't very specific, though the year before I was gigging). I think this is partly down to the forced nature of Valentine's Day. I remember the days where things were more spontaneous.

But tonight was very special: the food was great, I got drunk really fast and I enjoyed watching the other couples as usual and working out which ones were already over each other and which ones were doomed. I love my mobile phone, but was polite enough not to look at it until my wife went to the loo. A couple near us were both sitting  silently, checking their phones. Romance isn't dead, right?

The restaurant was full of couples, apart from one booth where three generations of a family were sitting. Their table was still festooned with tiny hearts and I suppose there was a chance that the only way the mother and father of the two small children could celebrate this day was to take out the whole family (though couldn't the granny have taken care of them or at least taken them to a more kid-friendly place). They were possibly tourists who had booked the table not knowing that this was a special day in the UK calendar. I enjoyed the incongruity.

The wind was whistling through the trees outside giving me hope that global warming and climate change will destroy the planet before my Ferrero Rocher obligations become unmanageable. Fingers crossed. I fancied that St Skeletor was creating these slightly worrisome conditions as preparation for tomorrow's celebration of hate. His bony anus, sending out these thunderous farts to let us know that love, like us, is doomed.

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