On February 14, I was woken up by 2 text messages: one from my mum and one from my big sister from another mother. I crawled from under the toasty warm covers and read the text messages, smiled sleepily and then crawled back into bed.
Valentines Day was just another day, really, because I had loads to do work-wise. I’m quite happy that work is keeping me busy because busy is always good. I got home late because there was a staff meeting and I had to catch a later train. The idea was to have take-away from my favourite Chinese take away. But when I called the Chinese take away I was told they couldn’t do anything about delivering food to me until about 9PM. I was exhausted so I wasn’t going to cook. Settling for fried chicken wasn’t so bad. At least I didn’t have to cook and the clean up after was a breeze!
Now, y’all must be thinking, awww what a sad Valentine’s day. It wasn’t really. I had a really productive day at work and learned new things, I managed to catch a train that got me home earlier than I thought I’d get home, and even though I didn’t get my Chinese take away (I was craving chow mein noodles!), I still shared chicken and chips with the person who knows me the best. I’d say it was a good day. After all, like Christmas, every day should be Valentine’s day. We should all make an effort to make sure our lives are filled with love and romance and the appreciation of what our loved ones do for us.
However, I thought this photo was good to share: a picture taken at Covent Garden in London the Saturday before. Things like these, they make me smile. Romance is grand, aint it?