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Yep that's right, sod all.
And happy about it.
You remember when you were single, and Valentine's Day felt like a kick in the teeth, and then you met your partner, and it now was a day when you felt obliged to buy a card, and a present, and book an overpriced meal, and also remember what it felt like to be on the outside looking in? Yes, that.
I feel there will be time enough for painted handprints and plastic gifts when Baby Spouse is in nursery.
Yesterday Mr Spouse visited his mother in hospital, and she seemed to be aware that he was there, and to recognise him. And I read a version of this in a book.
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