Scan of a Valentine greeting card dated 1909. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
If I had to rank my husband’s present giving, he would be top of the Husband class: he is thoughtful and creative in his choices, and does not rely on saying it with flowers. (And he wisely knows to stay away from anything domestic – ‘it’ can never be said with a toaster.)
My first present was from Japan (a trip he took about a month after we met), it was a beautiful, and stylish, handmade jewellery box – and so the present scene was rather boldly set. When we were away for a month in Seville, and my birthday fell whilst we were there, he had a ring made for me at our favourite jewellers in Nottingham, and had it couriered over. Another time, in the middle of a normal dull week, I came home to an invite, hidden in the laptop, asking me if I wanted to go to Morocco that weekend. (Yes, I am a spoilt wife, but let’s not forget that I am also a worthy one.) Continue reading →
I remember when I first got married, a friend bought me a book about how to be a good wife. She was being cheeky: it was a well-known fact that my potential wife skills were non-existent. As a single gal, my swanky apartment had a beautiful Smeg oven that still looked brand new; I had a cleaner, as my time was spent focussing on my career or MBA (too busy to clean, darling).
There was no expectation that once I became a wife, I would suddenly turn into a domestic-muffin-making-goddess, least of all from my husband. Continue reading →
I thought I would feel sad that I didn’t get to spend the day with him, but actually I just floated around in a bubble of love, smiling to myself, like a mad woman. If anything, being apart encouraged me to appreciate what we have even more; yes, the cliché of absence makes the heart grow fonder playing out before me. (I know it’s gauche to be smug about one’s love life – but please indulge me, just for today…)
Over the last eight years so many areas of my life have not gone to plan, but along with those unplanned challenges came an unexpected love.
After having my heart broken in my early thirties, I reinvented myself as strong and independent (well, after the getting drunk and sobbing stage) determined to embrace Continue reading →