Hallo to all my little bloggy peeps! Here we are then, at the beginning of another month. I am always glad to get January out of the way I must admit.
I suppose I had better give you a little warning here. My 'older' Followers will know that I like a little romance (well, a LOT of romance actually!). I might not get much in my real life, but I can certainly make my own, and I intend to do this during the month of February, or at least leading up to Valentine's Day!
So, you can either come along for the ride, or you can give my posts a miss until it's all over! I can't really say fairer than that, can I?!
I hope that February will be a happy month for you all. January, for us over here in England, finished on a very wet note, and my facebook friends will know that the garden is under water at the moment. The garage has also been flooded. Never mind, I am just so grateful that the water hasn't entered the house.
I was trying to think how I would spend a perfect Valentine's Day if I had both the money and the choice. It's quite a difficult one really, because there are so many wonderful places out there. Bear in mind that this is a fantasy day, so the weather would be sunny, dry and warm all day!
I would like to start the day being woken up by my grandchildren. Eleanor and I could have lots of giggles, and then the little ones would come into the bedroom, their hair all tousled and their eyes still sleepy. It's wonderful how they are always so happy when they first wake up, and they would say "is it morning time yet, grandma?!" Bliss. See, I'm quite easily pleased really.
We would then spend an hour on our favourite beach, and have lunch overlooking the bay.
I would then fly to my very favourite place, Venice and spend the day sightseeing, having a cappuccino sitting outside Florians in St Mark's Square, with the orchestra playing, and watching the people go by. I would then retire to my plush apartment overlooking the Grand Canal, where I would listen to my favourite music and read a good book for an hour or two.
I would then fly home and have dinner, with a bottle of champagne, in a lovely restaurant overlooking the water on Plymouth Hoe.
Well, a girl can dream, can't she?!