It was Valentine’s Day. Husband had headed off to the gym at 6am, as he likes to do when he is able to. I rolled over and went back to sleep as best I could for another hour. (Child is well trained and plays on his own, in his room, while Mummy goes back to sleep. This is self-preservation on his part.)
When I came to, and got ready I wandered downstairs, with a little bag of handmade cards from Cherub and I for husband, and a magazine I know he’s been after.
There in the kitchen, on the breakfast bar facing me, were three vases stuffed with roses. And a note – “Present Number 2 of 40 – 40 roses.”
I was stunned, touched, gobsmacked and speechless. Beautiful pink blush roses all round the house now 🙂