Are flowers a romantic cliché?

Scan of a Valentine greeting card dated 1909.

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