Pity the man whose wife's birthday is just beforeValentine's Day. He doesn't want to be buying more chocolates and/or cards and/or flowers. And I don't blame him.
No really I don't.
I'm lucky enough to be married to a man who does (is that the right word?) romantic gestures all year round (on reflection I think perhaps makes romantic gestures is better) . . . Things like putting air in my car tyres; not making me feel a big ninny for being too much of a pussy to drive anywhere other than very, very local; encouraging me to do the crafty and writingy things I enjoy even though I feel guilty because I don't go out to work ...
I could go on.
(I won't, don't worry).
