You know what it's like when you've just woken up: you're not quite sure what's going on. Imagine that feeling multiplied 10 times over. Is it Valentine's Day? My birthday? Our anniversary? I didn't think it was any of those.
Then Husband said, 'Would you like to go out for a meal tonight? Or shall I cook for you? Or would you prefer to go to the cinema?'
'Okay, enough. Who are you and what have you done with my husband?'
My sensible unromantic husband had declared it official 'I love my wife day'. He said of the card that the thing that made him buy it was the little sentiment written on the back: always skip and eat your peas. That's what I do, you see, when we're out walking: I skip and hop and dance.
I love my husband.