I hate Valentine's Day.
Its like when one is eating out with a loved one on a romantic date and some girl wanders by with a bunch of severely overpriced roses and asks if the man would like to buy one for the lady. Its a lose-lose situation. Buy the rose and you've been swindled, don't buy the rose and you are an unromantic cheap-skate!
So some years I buy my wife some flowers the day before Valentine's day, just to make a point that I love her on non commercially hijacked days too. She understands this.
But I made an exception this year. Following my birthday gift disaster I felt I needed to make up, but we're still not really talking, so I settled on this superb compromise.
A card that asked the question: "Be mine?"
No soppy declarations of undying love, though these things are true, just a simple question.
And.... my piece de resistance.
A sparkly.
Yep, a pearl pendant intertwined in two gold orbs.
I can hear men all over the world berating me for letting the side down, but I was desperate. I want my wife back. And it was only 9ct gold so don't panic.
Why a pearl?
Because like our marriage, a pearl's beauty is birthed in suffering. Get it?
I'm feeling pretty pleased with myself as you can tell, which is usually a bad sign... I'll let you know how it goes.
