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After yesterday’s post, I had lots of comments about the fact that some of you will spend the day on their own, and would give anything to have a partner.
Well, this post is for you. It must indeed be a nightmare to be surrounded by (sometimes) smug couples. On my Tube journey today, people were kissing everywhere. On the platform, waiting for the train. On the Tube, as passionately as possible. On the escalators, blocking the rest of us. I can’t take it any more.

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It’s almost Valentine’s Day. In London, red roses are already overpriced, and restaurants overbooked. I think that I am becoming an old fart: I can’t stand this charade any more. Because love needs to be celebrated every day, right? Why would you wait for a specific day to show your love? Any day is as good as Valentine’s Day to declare your flame. In short, I am in a foul mood. I don’t know why.
To cheer me up, I decide to have a cupcake break. It always does the trick. I am immediately feeling a lot better after a few bites. I decide to call a French friend of mine. Well, it certainly looks like things are a lot more exciting for her.

You see, this friend is a maneater. You may remember her from an old post here. To cut a long story short, she is in a little bit of a pickle (that’s actually a British understatement).

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As you know, Valentine’s Day is coming up. I will be writing about it this week. It’s this time of the year. There is no escaping from overpriced red roses anyway: they are everywhere. You may not know it, but it looks like, once again, the French have invented Valentine’s day. What can I say? Anything to do with love can be linked with France. That’s the way it is. I don’t always like the reputation we French have, but I just have to live with it.


I have always wondered why Valentine day was mid-February. Surely summer would be well, nicer. Or at least warmer. But I was wrong again. Apparently, both in England and France, birds and other animals paired off and mated in the middle of February. It is thought that people started to, well, do the same, and celebrate the 14th of February as the special day for lovers. 

There is another reason why Valentine Day originated from France: the oldest known Valentine still exists today as a poem written by the Duke of Orleans to his wife while he was imprisoned in the Tower of London. The greeting was written in February 1415. The Duke of Orleans stayed in captivity for 25 years. He wrote a lot and apparently could barely speak French when he was freed. The only way to reach his lover was to write. You thought that you had it hard? Well, you see, it could be much, much worse.

This story inspired a song called ‘Ma seule amour’ by French singer Laurent Voulzy (I think that he lives in the UK too, actually). The chorus says it all:
” Stay away from the door it’s locked for ever.
Write a song no other way to reach your lover…”

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