Oh, hang on. There is, isn't there?
How very rum.
Oh, hang on. There is, isn't there?
Then I went shopping for Valentine's things. Got ripped off and had a consolatory pint in a nearby pub overlooking the river. Not the Angel on the Bridge.
Has someone prised open your chest, blown out the dust and the cobwebs, and inserted a gram of human emotion?
red lion hotel..otherwise you are making it up
Muggins.
Valentine's, I'll just say 'Oh, I didn't get anything. My boyfriend's got principles', shall I?"
The look on her face and the tone of her voice told me this was not a potential scenario she regarded with any great fondness, so I weighed up my options and made a very slight U-turn.
I told her that across an average year I massively out-do here in trying to inject intimacy and romance into our relationship and the fact she is only able to do so on a day when it is prescribed by society speaks volumes.
Pwned, imo.