[dropcap]H[/dropcap]appy Valentine’s Day! Today my husband flew off to Lapland in the early hours on a last minute work trip, I had double stuffed Oreos for breakfast, and I have BINNED A DEAD PIGEON and it’s not even noon yet. YayHappyLoveDayWooo! Right, well to be honest, I’m not that into Valentine’s Day. Anniversary’s- yes. Birthdays- sure! But the day of ‘official’ love? I’m okay. Whilst the gestures- whether bold or small- are lovely (and let’s face it, we need all the extra love during these moments of ‘Interesting Times’) it’s the other smaller things that make me appreciate the everyday lovely things that make me feel it in my fingers and feel it in my toes 😉
Coming home with sick on your shoes (and down your coat tbh) when that dodgy oyster suddenly came back to haunt you and he is not grossed out.
Having an epic ugly-crying-meltdown when your house still isn’t finished at Christmas and he keeps calm and carries on.
Indulging me in the use of describing anything and everything as an anus.
Peeling oranges for you, because they are bastard fruit that breaks the skin under your nails.
Waking up to little orange foam buds in bed, because you are actually the World’s Greatest Snorer and this is what his sleep looks like for the rest of forever.
Will go swimming with you because you’re still too scaredy pants to go to the gym on your own.
Willingly eats the yellow Mentos when you hunt for the pink ones.
Gives you the honest answer- asked for or not– when your breath smells.
Basically, letting your gross-human-being-freak flag fly.
Happy Valentine’s Day one and all! Whether that is spent with your best friends, the remote control, or a text from your mumma, may your freak flags fly too.