It's Valentine's Day in a week and falling on a Monday this year. Boo!
The day where all I want to do is come home and pass out from exhaustion.
So husband and I have decided to do something quite different - not much at all.
Having spent four of them together, I have learned a valuable lesson: Valentine's Day is exactly like New Year's Eve. The more effort you make and the more gimmicky it is, the worse it turns out.
I've always had a bit of an OCD when it comes to the 14th February (and life in general tbh), getting over-excited and buckling under the pressure and weight of my expectations.
Being a neurotic perfectionist does not help.
But now that we are married, I no longer need proof of his affection anymore. He is legally obliged to love me until he dies! (Mouaaahaahaaa)
Plus, I am channeling all my energy into our new flat and don't have the brain cells to tackle anything new.
So this year, we are going to a local Italian restaurant we walk past all the time but never have time to try.
As for presents, I am so over those too - well not gifts in general, I'm not clinically insane, just the lovey-dovey surprise kind.
Instead, I got a pair of ah-mazing Agnes J Brand khaki pants that fit like a dream and that I heart mucho.
In return, I bought husband a ticket to go watch Liverpool beat Chelsea yesterday.
Fashion and football - the two loves of our lives (other than each other of course) - what could be more romantic than that?
P.S I do however draw the line at flowers, they are essential and compulsory (ahem)
P.P.S I love Peonies (ahem, ahem)