Right, drama aside (and no further updates on the crazy neighbour status)... I'd like to wish all and sundry a belated commercially-decided-upon-day-of-soppiness.
The Special South African Kid was very upset that nobody else wore red in honour of the day. The truth is that everybody else in the office forgot. I got an e-card from Mills (above), after he called me an elephant, or a hippo, or something similarly endearing.
This evening, we dodged the lovey-dovey couples on shopping evening in order to search for the elusive shoes to match the dress this weekend, or find a dress suit for Mills (who's just realised he only has a tux jacket, no pants). When there is only one evening a week that offers night time shopping hours, and very few department stores, AND it's Valentines bloody Day, the shops are packed. Ergo, I had little tolerance when the 5-year-old decided to stop at the top of the escalator, with both hands running on the handrail on either side. For this reason, said snottie got walked over. I blame his granny for waiting proudly while the child explored the wonders of moving stairs with his bare hands, instead of removing him from a public walkway.
I backed my chances with the kid, because I had just completed this test:
So I knew I would win against one.