My Valentine...

I am on my couch in my jammies under a patchwork quilt and crocheting a rug of all things. I just finished a 7-day work week and I am knackered. We have lost three photographers at work and as two of our remaining photogs were on holiday this week I've been overworked. I am listening to BBC radio Suffolk whilst typing this because my boss, whose jobs was made redundant, is about to give a radio interview. He's really upset by what went down and even more pissed because his bosses made it seem like he was choosing to leave in the article they put into the paper praising his work over 30 plus years.

Today is Billy's first day back at work as he has been super ill since last Thursday. I had to work on Valentine's Day and had to work later than usual so I was expecting a very low-key night. To my surprise I came home to heart-shaped shortbread cookies, red roses and a card that made me cry. I brought him home some insulation for the doors. I think we know who is the romantic in our relationship. I'm hoping to be making more things to blog about but I'm super tired when I get home.

V-Day

Valentine's day isn't one of my husband's favorite "holidays." But he knows that I am a sap so he came home with pretty flowers, a lovely card and the most amazing book ever.

"Make Do and Mend," a book from the second world war put out by the government and republished by the Imperial War Museum. It taught women to make the most of every bit of clothing they had and it tells you the proper way to store clothes, dry boots, mend stockings... I am grateful I don't need to do those things, but I do appreciate not wasting clothes.

Unfortunately we had workmen in our flat all day putting in new windows and they got there so early I literally rolled out of bed and answered the door bra-less and with unbrushed teeth... poor guys... My flat was/is covered with wood dust blah.

So for my part of V-Day, I made my husband red velvet cupcakes in heart shaped molds with a hot pink butter cream frosting. When Billy came home from work the workers were just leaving, I was covered in dust, still bra-less, with hot-pink frosting all over my hoodie. What a catch!

This makes me really really happy that I am married and he loves me regardless.