Reasons why I don't need to buy next year's Valentine's Day card

I bought my husband a Valentine's card two weeks ago, with a picture of two frogs hugging, and put it 'somewhere safe'. Yesterday, he went out, giving me time to write the card. Could I find it? No. I had to sneak to the local corner shop to buy a replacement.

I hoped they'd have something jokey or quirky. We married just after Henry VIII died, so we're not exactly in the hearts and flowers stage.

But all they had in stock were a) very rude ones; b) lurid pink and fluffy ones more obviously targeted at girls; c) silly soppy-cheesy-make-you-puke ones with verses like this:

I will love you, darling, until the end of time
I've been blessed by heaven to know that you are mine
You're so very special, you are so sublime
Writing verse like this crap should really be a crime    I'm so glad that you're my Valentine

[Note the comma splice in line 3. There always is a comma splice.]

In the end, I bought a pink girly card, with a picture of a bright red heart on the front.

I'm joking. It wasn't that kind of heart picture. Although, if there had been a card like that, I'd have bought it in preference to the pink and fluffy one. I could have written inside it, 'Now you know how much I love you - I have sacrificed a lot to give you this picture of my heart. Yours posthumously, Fran.'

No, it was more like this.

(It looks pretty, but without the tubes and piping, its owner has forty-five seconds to live.)

The card was also a tad bent at the corners, as these corner shop cards often are, having been in the shop since 1987 stacked in a box with some washing powder and packets of Bourbons.

When my husband opened it this morning, he didn't seem to notice anything amiss. Perhaps he thinks the hearts and flowers days are returning and has got his hopes up. That won't last long. As soon as I put on my new pair of Marks & Spencer pyjamas, he'll think again. They're heavy winter pyjamas made of such thick flannelette that medieval knights could have worn them instead of their suits of armour and fended off spears for hours. They're also newly-painted-postbox red: so red that should I wear them downstairs with the curtains open, any passing bulls are likely to leap in through the window to gore me like they've never gored before.

The card my husband bought me had a picture of two peas kissing and the caption said 'Hap Pea Valentine's Day'. He's a gardener, so tends towards the vegetable-themed gifts and cards.

I think he and I could start our own Veggie Valentine range. He has the veggie knowledge and I can do the puns.

'I am so glad our love has sprouted.'
'I've bean loving you for years.'
'Come here and let me radish you.'
'Lettuce celebrate Valentine's Day together.'
'Your love puts me in a spinach.'
'I love you such shallot.'
'Till death do us parsnip.'
'No one else can salsify me as you do.'

'How swede it is to be loved by you'

Hopefully at some point before February 13th next year I will find the card I bought and lost. He'll probably say, 'Oh, I see. Last year it was a big red heart. This year it's embracing frogs. Where has all the romance gone?'

And I'll say from underneath a ton of weapon-proof flannelette, 'Say again, dear? You sound a bit muffled.'


  1. ..Hello name is Barbara and I'm visiting from River's 'Drifting through Life' blog.....
    I do like what I'm reading here and would like to follow you....
    I hope that's fine with you.
    I agree about cards from corner shops .... they can be a bit ratty-tatty.... AND... I'm always losing cards at home or giving them to my kids without writing in them.. it's the family joke now..
    I love your weapon-proof flannelette.. perfect for winter.. xxxx
    Have a great day... hugs... Barb

    1. Hi Barbara! Yes, please - do follow! I'm so glad you like the blog. And I am wearing my flannelette right now. I could wander outside into the frosty early morning and I'd be as warm as toast.

  2. I love those veggie lines!
    How swede it is :)

    1. There's not mushroom in my life for anyone but you ... Let me carrot you over the threshold, my darling .... No, I have to stop this. I have things to do.

  3. You are brilliant ! What a great poem. The rest of the post was very funny too.

    1. Thanks, Frances. You are very kind. I'm glad you were entertained, as it's one of my Best Things, to entertain people.

  4. What a hoot you are Fran Hill :) Voicing all the things the rest of us are thinking (and doing). Brilliant funny-laugh-out-loud post. Great start to the Half Term spirit. Particularly loved the sound of those pjs. Must get some ;)

    1. The pyjamas are very thick and cosy and there are lots of keep-away-from-me-sir buttons, but if you have a sudden hot flush, you could actually die before you managed to wrench them off your body. So, I'd give it some thought.

  5. You've thought of them all. Best I can do is: I'd like to garlick you all over (urgh) or: I'd like to carotte you (many not too romantic either...).

    1. The garlicking and carotting would make for a touching love scene indeed!

  6. I give husband cards I like and vice versa; it works for us !

    1. Normally, my system works too. I buy a card, hide it, then find it, then give the card to him. This year .... my brain is mush.

  7. Aren't you both good ! If we're extremely lucky , one of us remembers to buy some nice wine ....


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