When I was a little girl, and indeed right through my University years, my mother used to buy us each a little present to help us to survive Valentine’s Day . She would give us a heart shaped chocolate lollipop or a little trinket to show that she loved us. When I was a teenager and still living at home, it felt like all of my friends had boyfriends and were desperately in love (with some guy they’d met at the underage nightclub the week before). It can be quite a lonely time and that chocolate lollipop used to help me to survive Valentine’s Day .
My mother doesn’t buy me that chocolate lollipop anymore. I am 37 and far too old (or at least my mum thinks I am) to receive heart shaped chocolate trinkets. I suspect she will buy Cygnet one instead.
So, I have decided to take matters into my own hands!
Who says that I have to wait for a man to buy me flowers? If there is one thing that single motherhood has taught me (in fact there are many things that single motherhood has taught me, but for the sake of brevity I will stick to just one) it is that sometimes you just have to do things yourself.
This year, I am going to buy myself some Valentine’s flowers. Prestige Flowers have a wonderful selection and they sent me this gorgeous bouquet.
Everything came in a large white cardboard box which was waiting for me on my worktop when I arrived home from work. My mother had answered the door to the delivery man during the day and had brought them in.
My mum and I opened the box together. Inside was this gorgeous bunch of twelve red roses, two boxes of chocolates (it is a good job that I have already failed on my resolution to eat less chocolate in 2018) and a teddy bear.
I have to confess that I am not that bothered about the teddy bear and Cygnet is more into action heroes than teddy bears these days, but the flowers are stunning and the chocolate is pretty tasty. They have a large selection bouquets, with or without teddy bear, on the Prestige Flowers website.
I will be ordering myself another bunch for Valentine’s Day. Sometimes as a single mother, you have to do little things to treat yourself, and if I am going to survive Valentine’s Day and what will no doubt be a commute home from work surrounded by nauseating romance, gushing eyelash fluttering and slobbery kisses, I am going to need to do something to cheer myself up.
The only slight drawback this evening, upon opening the box containing a dozen stunning red roses, was that I had to explain to my mother that although I have just received Valentine’s flowers there is no knight in shining armour, there is no handsome admirer, there is no rich man with a big heart and good taste.
She was a little disappointed.
Maybe I’ll have to order her a box of Prestige flowers on Valentine’s Day too.