I have suffered many Valantines Days in a relationship.
Sitting opposite someone who is dribbling steak juice down their face while my little vegetarian heart tries not to mind.
Eating so much food and drinking so much alcohol that the prospect of getting laid is furthest from my mind.
Trying to leave the washing up until the morning, even though I know it will be so much harder to remove teh crusted on remnanats of the food.
This Valentines day I was single.
So single in fact that I forgot it WAS Valentines Day.
The memory of bieng left sitting alone in that pub as my husband went to meet his other woman, the memory of being forced to get 2 bus home in the cold dark and rain, they’d all but left me until Facebook popped up with its ‘on this day’.
But this Valentines Day was perfect.
My heart was set on some shoes.
They’re not to everyones taste, but then, neither am I .
The tickets were booked the night before.
At 5.30 am I launched myself out of bed and took the car part of the way, caught a bus to Colmore Row, walked to Digbeth coach station.
There was a little over 3 hours for my knee to recover and I settled down to nap on the freezing coach.
I awoke, took a painkiller – the ones that make my hair drop out, but this was a serious business.
The coach arrived at Victoria coach station at around 10.30, walked to London Victoria, stood in a cue for 30 minutes for information, then set off to the undergroud.
London Vic to Warren Street, changing for the Northern line and Camden.
So far so good.
I rang the shop where the objects of my affection were being held and off I went.
Let me tell you, it was like walking into PARADISE!
All the clothes I had lusted after on the website were set before me.
Rushing around like a child, picking things up, holding them against me, almost whirling with excitment.
The staff were delightful.
I was on form.
This years must have coat was tried on.
This had been reduced so far that it was in my budget – but I didn’t suit it, so with relief, I put it back,.
My shoes were collected and I also bought them some friends.
Now Dear Reader, I had a large bag containing shoe boxes, my handbag, which I threw over my chest like a child with a satchel and a walking stick.Juggling these, I made muy way down the vast number of stairs back to the platform at Camden, where my journey was retraced.
The problem now was that there was over 2 hours until the return journey – and I was cold.
Starbucks for a coffee then sitting for an hour in the train station, people watching.
Off the coach, it was warm this time.
The journey was going well until we had to pick up passengers from a broken down coach, so the rest of the hourney was completed with my shoes on my knee, my handsbag on top of that and my feet on tiptoe.
Needless to say, by the time we pulled in, we were over half an hour late and I was exhausted.
Although it pained me greatley, I disguarded my day saver and hopped into a taxi.
It dropped me at my car.
On arrival, I had tea and hot vegetable soup.
It was the perfect end to the day.
I can say with my hand on my heart that this has been the best Valentines Day EVER
(And the shoes were worth it)