I love Valentines Day.  There you go, i said it.  Before you disown me, let me tell you it's not because i am a romantic, squishy squashy sort of person.  Oh no.  I am quite contented if someone can give a good hug and make me a mean cup of Lady Grey.  I just love red.  And i love pink (typical valentine-y colours yes?).  And i love hearts.  Anything heart shaped you can throw a stick at to be honest.  If its heart shaped, it has me hook, line and sinker. It's a print afterall, and we all know about me and prints.  

 So today, i painted tiny red hearts on my nails, wore red on my lips and a pink jumper (with a horse printed shirt underneath (because you don't want to look like you have been completely tickled with the Valentines stick do you?) and did my usual business. I cycled (listening to this - just incase you were wondering), bought a new pair of brown boots and smirked at the many squillions of people fighting amongst the 'Gourmet Dine in for Two' in M&S.  I bought a cherry scone, and a big cappuccino from Costa and sat and swang my legs by the cathedral.

  









I watched people rush by in their lunch hours, with big Clinton's Cards bags, balloons and a manner of other paraphernalia.  And i enjoyed my little scone.  Tonight we shall be eating jacket potatoes for tea, with lots of rocket, beetroot and tuna.  And then curling up with hot chocolate and watching Junior Doctors.  And i wouldn't have it any other way.