All that love and nowhere to go...
For those peering through the Dickensian steamed up windows wondering when they will meet the perfect one, Valentine’s night must be a devilishly lonely time.
When restaurants, bursting with bags of amore and suitcases of love, are filled with starry eyed quietness. Standard antics are momentarily suspended and the whisper of love rules majestically. Gone has the clash of cutlery and the boom of laughter postponed by a weaverbird dance of undulating notes and swirling heads. This is Valentine's night, a night like none other in our calendar year.
This week the oddest of the year thus far where the waiters were falling over the excessive number of extra chairs not fawning over the all too obvious. Catering for every whim and desire ensuring blissful happiness till the end - at least until they leave - was without doubt what it was all about, until next year. With one proposal and one bust up it seemed all in all a win, with new customers galore and seasoned regulars stearing well clear like those renting out during Wimbledon week.
Back to normality today and we all look forward to 'cooking for mum'.