My Valentines weekend didn't start exactly how it was planned in my head. My idea was to wake up early on Sunday morning with Dan and have a nice drive down to Oxford and spend the day strolling through the town in the lovely sunshine followed by a lovely, romantic dinner in the evening.
The reality was trying to deal with a hungover Dan, who had lost his van keys and the heavy rain battering against the van windows. To top this off, we got into Oxford town centre and spent an our driving around trying to find a parking space until Dan finally lost his temper and had enough so we went to check into the hotel. This in turn put me in a bad mood as I had my heart set on strolling through Oxford in the sunshine! (It was still raining by this point!)
We had decided to not do presents this year because we were both skint. Last year Dan bought me a gorgeous necklace which was two intertwining hearts which I loved but we had still decided on just doing nice cards this year. To make matters worse, as we were driving to the hotel to check in, he informs me that we need to stop at a shop as he hadn't bought me a card yet. Now, unbeknown to him, I had spent the previous week lovingly gluing and sticking hearts and red glitter to a massive card that I thought I would hand make for him. It had taken AGES and the fact that I was already in a strop on the way to the hotel, it didn't help when he dropped this bombshell.
We found a Waitrose in the end and while I stocked up on goodies and nice things to eat, I left him in the glowing red section of the store saturated by last minute male shoppers. It was quite a funny sight.
We had decided on staying at a lovely little country pub/restaurant that we had stayed once before. The Doghouse in Frilford, Oxford. While being a lovely, intimate place, they also had amazing food so we booked a table on the Sunday night for our Valentines dinner. Once we checked in, with the rain still hammering on the window and Dan still hungover, we decided to stay in, watch some TV and eat some choc. It turns out that we actually had a nicer time doing this than traipsing around Oxford in the rain. We snuggled in the white waffle duvet and while Dan fell asleep, I watched Pocahontas and took great pleasure out of singing along to all the songs. We exchanged our cards (note: Dan actually asked to borrow my pen to write the card- and they say romance is dead) and he gave me a massive box of Milk Tray and some gorgeous red tulips. All was forgiven. Our dinner was lovely and looked very calorific but decided to throw caution to the wind and enjoy it.
The following day, we woke to bright sunshine and I finally got my stroll through Oxford! Dan had to work on the night so my Valentines night was spent with Soph my flat mate and we could hardly contain ourselves with the cutlery that she had managed to find so match our new plates. 'This' I told her, 'is what our lives have come to'. Still at least we weren't alone.
Had a lovely text from Dan after he finished work which made me realise how lucky I am to have him. Even though the weekend hadn't gone to plan exactly, we didn't stop laughing the whole weekend and I realised I'm more in love with him now then I've ever been.
The whole card fiasco just made me laugh as this was just another Dan-ism- something that Dan does- not on purpose but is so busy that he doesn't have the time. He did explain that he planned to get a card a few days earlier but was helping his Dad move house one day, then spending time with his friends the day after. This is what I love the most about him. Even though he lives his life at 100 miles an hour, being massively busy with work, college and assignments, he splits his free time equally between his family, his friends and me.
Also, it was our second year anniversary on Valentines Day which made it even more special. I never thought I was the soppy type but it just goes to show that the most un-romantic of people can turn out the soppiest of all when they meet the right people. Right off you go to throw up! No more soppiness!
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