This year I have succumbed to social convention, and nipped into our local Poundstretcher to get a humungous card, and maybe some chocs or something.
turns out the miserable bastards aren't stocking any fucking romantic tat, so I had to move on to the QLM store - which is marginally more upmarket, and a bit dearer.
Result! got a card about A4 size, with a bit of a box thing going on for one pound forty nine, a James Bond spoof with a cute Teddy Bear, saying Licence to Love - Be My Valentine - but no chocs or tat, so off to jack fulton's freezer shop, and Jackpot!!
There was a box of "quality assortment" chocs, called 1870 Laima, from Latvia from the little English on the back - you know what, I didn't even check the price, nothing is too good for my little Princess :)
To top it off, I ventured into the pudding freezer, and scored a Black Forest gateau and a packet of Baileys profiteroles - if this does not guarantee a hot night of unbridled passion, i do not know what fucking does.
Don't expect me to be posting on friday night peeps, this one is in the bag :)