Valentine’s mess idge

Hi folks. Welcome to my Valentine’s mess. I’d hoped to do something better but it’s now Friday so I’m too late!
Several people requested Come For Company on Valentine’s, so it’s open today. I’m working most of the day and baby sitting tonight, so may not offer much myself. I hope those who need it have some good conversation πŸ™‚
I’m babysitting because my daughter split from her boyfriend, so mum is taking her out to stave of possible loneliness. Say ahh 😦
For many this is the reality, not dinner out but regular life in. But that’s ok.
If a couple love each other they show it every day, not once a year, and by working hard for each other and on their relationship, not with chocolates and flowers, however nice these are once in a while.
As with many of our special days they are the preserve of the privileged. Us mortals will tend our babies, work our long days for low wages and try to squeeze some fragment of romance from today because it’s expected.
If you find yourself at a tiny table in a packed restaurant having almost killed yourself trying to fit it in to your day, paying too much for rushed food, ask yourself why. Tell your loved one you care every day, and next year, join Come For Company instead for a genuine, en-masse sharing of love πŸ˜€
Happy every day Panda fans πŸ™‚

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  1. Absolutely right on Mr. Fur-Face. I’m having boiled potatoes with my family at home. It’s simple and easy and enough. I’ve explained to my family that I would rather have their love and company than anything else in the world. So here we are. One candle. A bowl of potatoes and a bowl of milk gravy (because the boys like this and I love them).

    Happy Valentine’s Day, Sweetie. Please keep writing whenever you can. I need to read your words.

    All the best.

    1. The right people can make the nest almost anywhere. Hope you had a lovely day. I’m back in the dry now – and thank you for your sentiments, I’ll keep writing till my hands fall off – hopefully so will you πŸ˜€

      1. I’m glad to hear you’re safe and dry and that you will persists in this writing life. Words are what will change the worlds. They always have.

        I get out of bed. I write. There’s no other way to live. I make a nest wherever I can.

        And there are little adjustment screws are the wrists that can be tightened so the hands fall off less often. They’re silver and can only be tightened by a reader. πŸ™‚
        Much love.

  2. Valentine’s Day here in Qatar isn’t confined to couples, which makes it that little bit more bearable…although it still makes me cringe. I like the sound of your love-in with your grandchild. πŸ™‚

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