St Valentine's Day

scene 1:

muted lighting, deep red roses in perfect bloom highlighted in a cut crystal vase, warm timber surrounds, flickering long red candles, delicate bone china, crested silverware...
him dressed in bespoke evening tails, her dressed in midnight blue, figure hugging gown...
a meal of tempting flavours and creative presentation...
wine and the finest champagne...
hushed conversation sprinkled with in-the-know laughter...
curtain falls.

scene 2:

muted lighting, deep red roses in perfect bloom fitted into the only vase tall enough to take them, warm timber surrounds with washing draped all over it as it's been raining for a week, flickering long red candles, plain white, dishwasher and microwave proof crockery, stainless steel cutlery...
him dressed in the same t-shirt and cargo pants as he's been in all day, her dressed in cinched-at-the-waist, midnight blue, slightly tatty dressing gown...
a meal of tempting flavours and slapped on the plate...
beer and orange juice...
half asleep conversation with in-the-know-about-the-toddler's-pooey-nappy stories and laughter...
curtain falls.
half falls at least, then raises...

i'll let you guess which was the scene at our house on friday nite!


percy slept for half an hour, just enough time to dish up and gobble food before she woke crying. she's sick with something we can't blame her.