My plan was to ignore it. But It has come to me.
Fliers from the curry house. ‘Free roses with every balti’.
’80s Love fever’ c/o the local pub.
heart-shaped cushions and cookie-cutters from Lakeland.
And then I toddled unwittingly into the lovechild of Disney and David Lynch – aka Sainsburys.
Balloons,overpriced roses, chocolates, champagne, (edible) underwear, cuddly toys. Love songs on loop and ‘poetry’ that makes me want to hunt down the author and pull out their tongue.
I JUST WANT A PINT OF MILK.
‘Love’ it seems, is all around.
Except it’s not. Not like they say in the greetings cards anyway.
Here’s a brilliant post on the reality of singleness. (Caution: contains some fruity lingo)