Hello Cuddle Bun, My Little Bear, Bunny Wunny, Iggle Piggle... sorry, I’ve been past a few boards outside different establishments, advertising their Valentine’s Day jollities.
You can gaze in to each other’s eyes over a pricier-than-usual meal and a red rose, followed by singing, dancing or an open-mic night.
Or, if you are customers of a particular eatery I have visited a couple of times this month, the pair of you may want to sit in a gloomy silence while glaring at your fellow eaters! It is very uncomfortable being the one stared at!
Personally I would much prefer a cosy night in – I’ve never thought that eating and romance really go. In case you didn’t know, the big day is a week tomorrow.
Not that you can have missed it, with all the shops displaying their booty since just after Boxing Day.
If you have, though, you might want to get cracking. Should you want to order a dozen (or more) red roses for your beloved, you should probably be getting your skates on.
Looking at the prices locally, you can take your pick from a modest bouquet costing about £25, to an eye-watering £499.99 for a hundred roses, hand tied.
How else would be they tied, presumably tied by fair maidens from the Peruvian mountains, at that price.
Honestly, it doesn’t seem that long ago when I practically bought a house for that.
I do hope that at least some of the flowers are locally-grown. Let’s face it, we are surrounded by growers.
One good thing about this goo-fest is that it is very good for the local economy. But really – why all this fuss for just one day?
If you love someone, why not show them all the time? Quite frankly, if anyone were buying me flowers, I would rather it be a spontaneous gesture rather than because the marketing bods had told them it was the time to do so.
On the subject of flowers, I was delighted earlier this week, to see that some little crocuses were poking their pretty heads out of the ground on the Northern by-pass verge.
The rubbish I have previously referred to, was still there.
However, these little beauties emerging from the grass are such a harbinger of spring, especially when set against a backdrop of a pure blue sky and that clean, washed look of the lengthening days.
I believe that some of the bulbs are planted by volunteers from the Civic Society. They can often be seen dotted around different parts of the town.
After a long, dark,winter, they are a charming and welcome symbol of a change in the seasons, despite the cold conditions of late.