It's awfully cliche, but like many girls I've always secretly wanted to have flowers arrive at my front door. I'm not completely deprived, Grant surprises me with flowers from time to time, but just as it's always exciting to receive a mystery parcel or handwritten letter in the post, I imagined it must be such a high to discover flowers on your doorstep.
So when I was offered to be sent some flowers by post from Interflora, my inner girly-girl came over a bit giddy. This afternoon, despite the snow and ice, a dozen red roses - and a box of milk chocolate hearts with champagne filling - arrived from their lovely Valentines gifts range, and it was every bit as exciting as I'd hoped. The gift bag was brimming over with fragrant blooms, with the archetypical heart shaped box of chocolates tucked inside.
Grant helped me wrestle the bulging bouquet out of it's bag and into a teapot of water (we don't just have vases lying around - we're students!). It's now sat in our bay window, making our flat look ever so fancy. I've always been skeptical about the idea that flowers and plants make a room feel nicer, but I'm now starting to appreciate them more. The day I can afford to have fresh flowers in every room of my house - bathroom included - I will feel like I've made it. Until then, I may start treating myself to the odd bunch from the local supermarket every now and again. May as well put the spare teapot to good use.
My first experience of having flowered arrive at my door? Rather lovely, really. Outside it's icy, cold and treacherous, so the arrival of roses and tasty treats really made the day (especially since the champagne chocolates are amazing). It's also got me thinking about Valentines day, and how perhaps some cliches are cliched for a reason. Whilst I'd take pigging out on Thai green curry in bed over a set menu meal surrounded by misty eyed couples any day, and find novelty plush toys positively sickly, I doubt I'll ever turn down red roses and chocolates.