As many of you know, I tend not to celebrate such events. Not because I’m Scrooge-like but because I dislike their commerciality. I try to make every day with my beloved special, not just one day a year.
This rather splendid (and massive) arrangement was in the Jumeirah Beach Hotel foyer, placed in front of an orchid and succulent garden, set atop a large piece of carved wood, which was also a statement piece.
To the rear was quite possibly the largest bunch of red roses I have ever seen – totally OTT!
If my beloved husband happens to read this, I’ll be more than happy with him attempting to make less or no mess today.
My beloved has inadvertently given me the perfect present – a whole day’s peace and quiet. Yes, he’s flown off to business meetings in Paris and won’t be back until late. Of course, I could have accompanied him and spent many a happy hour wandering around Paris on my own. It’s one of my favourite cities.
However, duty calls, we have back-to-back meetings at the club this evening. It’s difficult enough finding convenient times for us all to meet and I generally favour meetings just before our regular weekly one. Since none of us on the core management team live in the same town as the club, we try not to schedule multiple meetings on consecutive days. It’s not far but, with traffic, a round trip can take anywhere between 45 minutes and an hour.
I’m not getting off entirely scott-free. I still had to make him breakfast, press his jacket, take him to the airport and will have to rustle up a light snack for a latish dinner and collect him from the airport. The club’s close to the airport but I’ll have about an hour to kill between the end of my meetings and his anticipated return. I’ll pop round to my sister’s holiday apartment to check that everything’s in order for her arrival on Sunday. The shops will be closed and I know she’ll be desperate for a cup of tea and a light dinner after she’s landed. I shall leave her emergency supplies in the fridge.
My beloved has made a quick recovery from his chill which I think he picked up cross-country skiing on Saturday. I know he’s keen to go again – maybe later in the week. However, I don’t want him becoming ill as he’s off on a business trip next week and I don’t want anything to interfere with those plans.
As he’s in Paris, the City of Love, you might be wondering whether he’ll be tempted to buy me a little something for Valentine’s Day. The answer is unequivocably “No”. He’s been excused all present buying duties following my recently introduced dictate. And let’s face it, it’s not something he enjoys doing, or is one of his [few] competencies – unlike say, opening a bottle of wine. I’m saving him the angst and me the disappointment. Surely a win:win situation.
For Valentine’s Day, my beloved is buying me a Garmin 500 and, believe me, when I tell you that you don’t want to know what I gave him. Let’s just say that as a result we missed this morning’s pointage and leave it at that!
We’ve stopped buying one another cards, largely because the French don’t do greetings cards and so the choice is both limited and rather unimaginative. In fact, on the rare occasions I’m in the UK or US, I stock up on cards which go the into the card drawer (oh yes, I’ve got a drawer where I keep them otherwise I can never find them when I need them). Failing which, I use Moonpig.
I’m not a girl who likes to receive flowers, chocolates or indeed champagne. The first I much prefer to select myself and the next two I am avoiding, how else am I going to lose that lung-crushing extra weight? My beloved has never, ever bought me underwear for Valentine’s or indeed any other occasion. In truth, it would never occur to him to do so but, if it did, he has no idea of my size or preferences. Plus, he would be far too embarrassed to go into a shop and buy it. Jewelry is always acceptable but frankly there’s a limit on how much one can wear and I already have a number of lovely pieces which rarely see the light of day.
So, I’m truly delighted with the Garmin which will be arriving next week and with which I shall be able to report back to my coach on my training. There’ll be no hiding now. As a bonus, I’ll be able to map all the club rides and make them available on the club site. In future, there will no excuses for anyone getting lost.