stupid cupid

Hey hey hey, it’s Valentine’s Day. It’s nowhere near as abhorrent to me as New Year’s Eve but it’s not a favourite of mine either.

I received a ‘mystery’ Valentine card today and I think that I know who it’s from. I won’t name and shame him as I think he reads here from time to time, but I do wonder if I was part of a mass mail-out. Was it a sympathy card, a friendly joke or does he want to get a cab round here now and ravish me?

We all know that I’m no girly, but I am a women (ssh don’t tell) and receiving a Valentine card of this nature sparks off the insanely abnormal and hormonal in me. Every time. What if, could it be, if only and irrational thoughts about He Who Cannot Be Named just appear from nowhere. So mischievous people, it’s not big, it’s not clever and a Valentine is not just for Christmas!!!!! But thanks anyway, honest.

Anyway, I’m a one-man woman. Everyone here knows that I’m Daddy’s little girl. He knows that I’m fiercely independent, that I (think I can) do it all alone and still have time to give the V sign. He laughed his head off last week when I told him that I wished the Feminist movement had never happened. I mean I’m absolutely sick to the back teeth of working. I’ve been at it for over 20 years now. Why can‘t it be like the old days with hubby going out to work and me meddling with my hobbies and picking up the kids from school? Please may I retire? Now?

I’m a bit wistful tonight as a beautiful nearly full moon rises over the roof opposite. It’s been a while since my last Loony Toons but I do have a new one. The exterior of the house is being painted next week. We have the freehold and it’s reawakened thoughts of selling and moving to the seaside. But my new and improved plan, has me going in with a partner who can visit at weekends or when ever they want….as long as they don’t bring smelly people that I hate with them. I’m looking for offers. Sold? Must be male with good income, who turns a blind eye to mania.