It is Valentine's Day.  I have decided to work from home this afternoon as my helper is off, and I am extremely concerned about who will let the delivery men in when all my flowers arrive.

So far, the bell has not rung once, so I immediately think there must be road blocks, pot holes so big they block highways, and a driver with a broken down vehicle, or a driver who is actually from Mpumalanga, and has not been given a G.P.S.

If you are married (ask me, I know), one feels you need to pull out all the stops and really try to bring romance back into your marriage (if it has been lost), or maintain romance in your marriage (if you still have it at that time).  If you are in a new relationship, it is happy days, roses, champagne, endless feelings of elation and of course, one is still at that stage where you are hiding your Bridget Jones like "hold it all in" bloomers.  If one is single, you have three choices - go out with great friends, throw caution to the wind, and have a ball; stay in and consider the best ways in which to slit your wrists, or lastly, focus on the ones in your life you truly love, and shower them with affection.

At this moment in my life, the beings closest to me are my mother and my daughter - and it is they whom I have chosen to focus my affections on.  Truth be told, this unconditional type of love, is a good one to have, and to keep.

I am proud to say I did in fact receive a Valentine's Day card, from my six year old daughter - it read "Bee mine" with a drawing of a bee.  I have to confess, I am smitten.

And so, this evening, whilst corks are popping all over this planet, I will be spending my time doing "Mathletics" with my daughter, eating fish with my mother (in pursuit of the body beautiful of course), and sipping on ice cold wine, just because I can.

And so the moral:  please chaps, next time you all decide to send me flowers, either get the address right, or alternatively, ensure that the driver knows how to get to my home...