As with most other females who blog, I'd puff up my chest and say 'we don't celebrate valentine's day'.
No we don't. Except that Mr Mo (coincidentally or otherwise) makes the effort to be in London on the 14th each year (except 2007 where we spent it together in paris, alongside a very tearful chinese new year on my part).
This evening was a funny one. Now there is a florist parked outside our tube station and it was pitter pattering down with rain (so everyone including myself scuttled for cover). There were men, of every shape and size and colour, JOSTLING to purchase the last five bouquets of roses perched under the canvas tent. Those sad roses battered from the rain, for 30 quid each! Unbelievable!! Well, better punch a man to the ground over a bunch of flowers rather than incur the wrath of the potential receiver waiting at home I say.
Girls girls... what power you have !
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