Even though we’ve been together a few years, N and I have never actually been physically together for Valentine’s Day, so this was our first.
I made us chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast, and then we slowly got ready. I had no idea where I was being taken at all, so everything was a surprise, which was nice. We had a picnic in ‘our spot’ which is in a churchyard in Kensington. It was hailing a bit, which made eating my sandwich a bit awkward, but it was still nice.
Then we went to the Valentine’s Day showing of “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” at a local cinema. We sat in the back on one of the sofa seats and shared a bottle of wine. Next came the National Portrait Museum and then dinner at the Gourmet Burger Kitchen.
Sorry this is such a crap-tasticly epic failure of a post, but I’ve got a case of the ‘mean reds’ today and I really just feel like crap inside and out.