Where to begin? The big thing this week was Valentine’s Day. Now I’ve recently been thrust into the realm of singleness so anticipated greeting Tuesday 14th with a hefty
slice of bitterness and a few tears, but as it turns out it was emotionally void. I found myself
sneaking out of work at 5pm on the dot so that I could catch the start of a Valentines ballroom
that was happening in the lane outside of the cinema that I work in. It was
rather sweet with balloons and couples dancing beneath shaped lights*. There was an abundance of heart
shaped bunting, each with a soppy song title on. I couldn't resist having a peek and choosing what my song would be...
After picking my song I tottered off home to have
a bath, a glass of Sprite and to watch documentaries. 'The Real Saving Private
Ryan' and something about Elvis and his first love incase you were interested. Bliss.
And to my surprise I was not forgotten! Sitting on my desk the next day there was a box of chocolates with a little note on . I know who the ‘perp’
was (Mrs Simpson I’m looking at you), but it was still very sweet and I gorged
on them when I got home that night.


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