Roses ARE red!

Valentines Day.

I have a love for Valentine's Day that rivals the love for my birthday. Thing is, the love for my birthday lasts the entire day (and quite often the entire few days leading up to it, and the entire few days following it also.) My love for Valentine's Day last until about 9.35am - and then that hideous feeling sets in. I never get anything. Well, that's not true. Last year I got a card from my ten year old nephew. Which was amazing. At least *he* loves me. And the year before that I got something from Duncan. Which was also amazing but clearly because he knew that a big fat nothing might actually tip me over the edge and make me do a Britney.

This year I didn't have to worry about no one loving me. I had four people to love me. All day. The five of us spent the day on a romantic boat trip to nearby Cham Island (not so romantic on the way over - I nearly lost my breakfast.) We wandered around the sleepy island town, sunned ourselves, ate freshly caught fish and then snokelled around the stunning, untouched bay. It was actually perfect. Confirmed.







And if the day wasn't romantic enough, it was topped off by a red rose from Bonnie and Ady (they snuck out to the market and bought us each one.) So that's two roses in under two weeks. You guys should come out more often.

(BTW, David - that card wasn't from Sienna Miller. Close though.)