“Venice is like eating an entire box of chocolate liqueurs in one go.”
Whilst Venice is the most romantic city in the world, I have a tiny bit of it at home: my husband. However, I don’t think he got the message, let alone was in the queue, when the Italian Stallion romance cards were handed out. He’s not the best at gift buying if previous Valentine gifts are anything to go by:
- A pair of eyebrow tweezers with a light on – he thought they were practical so I could see the tiny hairs I always miss. He was either telling me that I was useless at plucking my monobrow or trying to blind me with the light!
- A pair of skiing salopettes – we’ve never been skiing!
- A cuticle oil – that he had bought at Christmas on a 3 for 2 special offer. He had given the other two to his nonna and sister and saved the last one for me!
I never hold out much hope for Valentines where my romantic Italian husband is concerned and I’ve stopped hoping that he will eventually get it right. I don’t need tweezers or ski pants or cuticle oil. He’s my best friend and the best daddy, that’s gift enough for me! (but I wouldn’t turn my nose up at the odd box of Ferrero Roche!).
Ps, I secretly hope he reads this and realises the error of his ways – who am I kidding??! 🙂