I have spent a few weeks dropping little hints. Mentioning the ‘V’ word now and again, slowly planting those little seeds (or so I thought). A strategic walk around the Valentines isles in our local supermarket, pointing out bouquets, drying out roses on the boat and placing them around to ‘look pretty’. I do not expect a grand gesture, just maybe a little card. One that tends to only happen if I drop enough hints. All this however seems to have fallen on deaf ears or a forgetful mind, or (what Charlie seems to be very good at) having just simply not noticed what else is going on in shops / society around us. So, I did not get a gift, or even a card. When I produced his one to him, his words were, ‘What’s this?’, when I said ‘Happy Valentines Day!’ his face said it all. This time I was not surprised, and not disappointed. I made a little mental note to drop some bigger hints for future important dates, clearly this is something that needs more strategic planning.
My valentines weekend couldn’t have been made better with a card, or a bunch of roses. It had already been made awesome enough just hanging out with my man. We’ve spent the weekend cosying up
in front next to the fire (too narrow on our boat to sit in front of anything), watching the latest Tom Hanks movie, giggling over owl books in our local book store, eating one of the best brownies ever with some coffee, drinking rum and eating some spicy-as-hell Caribbean food, testing out some pies here, yeah there’s a general food theme here. Today we went climbing at our local wall, something Charlie does often, but I have been putting off as I thought I’d suck. Chas gave me the confidence to give it a go, giving me tips and acting as my cheerleader when I got to the top (yay), making me push myself because he knew I’d feel so good once I’d done it.
Yesterday, I had one of my (sadly) regular wobbles. I was trying to get some recipes shot, but was finding the low light levels, on our dark boat, oh so trixy. Chas gave me some pointers, and we had a little photography lesson and workshop. Me cooking, him helping me with shots, and then, of course, duly consuming the goods. He inspires me to try to be the best version of myself, he doesn’t let me flap, and when I do, he sorts me out.| | | Next → |