When my best friend, flatmate and, well, essentially my wife and I lived together at university and were both single, we decided to treat ourselves to a really amazing Valentine’s Day meal from M&S. I gave her a card I made, which I pretended was from Ray Winstone*.
Fast-forward 10 years, and we’re living together again, and this is the first time since then that we’ve both been single on Valentine’s Day.
Being single on V-Day (or VD as I like to call it) has never really bothered me, because clearly it’s the most ridiculous, fictional non-holiday in the history of the planet, and I’d much rather save all my angst for the massive bunion I’m currently cultivating on my right foot. I almost always pretend it’s not happening (Valentine’s Day, no one can pretend that bunion’s not happening).
BUT, my favourite restaurant, The Lido Café (it’s overlooking Brockwell Lido, so if you’re feeling whimsical you can pretend you’re on holiday, not in the middle of South London), has an amazing set Valentine’s Menu.
Now, I could skulk around at home, eating a takeaway pizza and thinking about the lovely scallops in hazelnut butter that I’m not able to consume, because I’m not in a relationship. OR, I could put on a nice dress, grab the wife, and celebrate the least romantic day of the year with a shared cheeseboard.
I rang up to book about a month ago, and they were already full for the 8pm sitting -- clearly Valentine’s hysteria has already hit South East London.
I got us in a bit later, and did start to feel a twinge of guilt when they asked us to pre-order our food. Clearly they’re going to be rammed, which means we’re using a table a real life, actual couple could have.