So, we don’t normally celebrate Valentine’s Day in a big way. I waitressed for years and know how unromantically sardine-packed most restaurants are, making dinner a no-go. We usually just try to do something fun and something we’d been meaning to do for ages - last year, we went for a picnic in the Iveagh Gardens, which was very cute.
But this year, I decided that I felt blokes were put under too much pressure to come up with big, grand, embarrassing gestures without ever being grandly embarrassed themselves so I thought it would be a good idea to get a box of choccies to delivered Eoghan at work; unfortunately they arrived three days too early.
Eoghan, meanwhile, had schemed his own cunning plan to embarrass me and get flowers delivered to my work on the 14th; unfortunately, they didn’t arrive at all.
We’ve learned our lessons for next year…!
