St Valentine’s Day is obviously big business now. Enough’s been written about it and I’m not going waste much more time adding to the miles of words already out there about it. I’m not a kill joy, and I’m about as romantic as they come – hearts and flowers mean a lot to me – I just don’t need someone telling me when to give them. I did, however, enjoy this Valentine’s day more than most. Not because of the georgous red dress I got as a present, or the bling jewellery, or the fabulous meal (with my health in mind). All of that was fanastic and much apprecited. What made it more special was that I was performing at Waterstones’s in Birmingham with Writers Without Borders in an evening focused on love and food. This event was absolutely made for me; because, as you know I love food, and I love love. To be in love, to be loved, thinking about love, talking about love, writing about love. And it was just great to be out there on the night rhyming about love…and food.
I do know that one of my friends who I met there is going to meet the other half of her post card again…..maybe….who knows? Can love really be found when the meetings are so contrived?