  so that is quite a party recipe team.  my weekend of selling roses to wanky consumers on val day is looking a little too wholesome in comparison about now.
 did get to go on what to my memory is my first real valentine's dinner date.  awesome food and a shit load of delicious wine made it quite super really,  and of course my date was there too.  but mmm the food.  anyway was followed by more boozin with general crew and illegal drunk dancin APU.
but was sitting at this funky bar/  resturant with tables only set for two and was thinking that had i by chance wandered into this establishement without a partner by my side and looked at all the nauseating lovers eating with only a fork so they could still hold hands at the same time,  that i would probably want to hang myself on the spot.  anyway am glad that hideously commercial day created only for florists like myself to benefit from is over for another year,
 so now people can feel at ease to tell someone they love them,  or not,  without reading it off a halmark card and nervously thinking they may get dumped if they choose the wrong heart shaped hellium balloons or toy monkey with heart shaped ears.  ps hope no- one got given that toy monkey i just described,  think it would look very ugly and efforts to pretend you actually liked it might take close to an oscar award winning performance. xox spanner 
