There is a design flaw in Valentines Day falling on a Monday - it's just not the day to be swept off on a tidal wave of love, really. Or for me making it to a computer to wish you a happy one. Will you accept a token a day later?
There were plans to make more of these little rosemary hearts. But somebody pruned my bush very severely. And took all the trimmings to the dump. But on the plus side, you can now make it to the front door without fighting your way through the undergrowth. Not that we ever use the front door. Which probably explains how it becomes so overgrown in the first place.
But I digress. Plans. Yes, there has been much talk of Valentines Plans this year as I've been embroiled in a market research project which has involved answering many questions about my shopping intentions for the 14th and even had me sneaking round the supermarket taking stealthy photographs of their Valentine's promotions. It's hard not to feel incredibly conspicuous when you are trying to look nonchalant whilst behaving oddly. But I did manage not to get rumbled.
Because I guess everyone was minding their own business and not worrying about mine. Which is a lesson I should have taken on the biscuit front. I'd made some dough for heart shaped cookies - it was chilling in the fridge when I stopped by Coffee Lady's blog. And immediately got side tracked by her much more yummy sounding Bill Granger versions. So somehow, mine felt like a disappointment before they even got baked.
Tsk, I should know by now, that it is dangerous to compare yourself in matters of the heart. So if you got diamonds for Valentines Day in a blue Tiffany box, please, smile at your good fortune and feel free not to share. And don't breathe a word to my menfolk about the biscuits that could have been. Ignorance is bliss.