So I was walking back from school this evening, en route to Tescos, and I just thought “screw it!”. Why should Valentine’s have to be such a negative thing for me? So I’m going to plan a really nice Valentine’s night for myself tomorrow. In an ideal world, the guy I like would be joining me, but if not I’ll just have to have fun on my own. No snogging though, boo.
So tomorrow I am going to tidy my flat up so it’s clean and shiny and its very prettiest (and am also going to pack for Paris, otherwise there may be some problems!). Then I’m going to go for a nice long walk, get plenty of fresh air and rosy cheeks before coming home and having a good old preen – long bath, groom central. Then I’m going to cook up a storm before getting changed into a nice outfit (whole hog – skirt, heels, makeup etc.). Then I’m going to have a yummy, yummy meal – crudités and tortilla chips with red pesto salsa to start, grilled steak with a creamy peppercorn sauce accompanied with new potatoes, caramelised red onion, and stir fried mange tout, baby corn and mushrooms. To finish it’s creamy stilton on minature oatcakes and Lindor truffles, and the wine is a very nice Cotes Du Rhone. Then I’m going to put the dishes in to soak while I watch ‘Love, Actually’. Yes, it would all be a lot more fun with someone else, but I’m looking forward to it nonetheless!
If the universe is reading this, you know who I’d like to join me… but if that’s impossible I’ll be chilling out to Jamie Cullum by candlelight on my own tomorrow. I think I’d rather be on my own than rush what might be happening with a certain someone, but if he’s into me, that would be great. Dare I ask for a sign? Wow, this entry is managing to be cryptic, quirky and bizarre!
I hope you all have a day full of love, wherever you are.
PS In the interest of being fair – I’ve even bought enough supplies to do a meal for two, should the need arise. Y’all are always telling me not to be pessimistic!