Zoe always wishes peeps a very happy shag day on February 14th. As she notes, whilst it is a Hallmark day, it also involved the annual chore, but at least it means that it's all out of the way on one day of the year when the man has to make some effort in fussing over you.

However, my calendar is different. Maybe it's marriage or the fact that I fell for Hallmarks traps hook line and sinker, but there are other days that loom up just like Valentines. Like today.

Girlpants birthday.

The man claims he's 21 but in reality his mind is 40 and his body is that of a 32 yr old. And as it's birthday, it also means we have to do whatever he wants, which in itself can sound rather threatening. Lucky for me, tonight that means a five course meal in the local posh nosh establishment. Five rather large courses so have been starving myself all day so that I can sup in pure pleasure, in an outfit which I will ensure has an elasticated waist. The birthday boy has already told me that he refuses to wear the rather large birthday boy badge that I try to make him wear each year, so I will have to settle for him to be served dessert whilst being serenaded by tuneless Happy Birthday's, whilst the rest of us try to avoid the heat from the 32 candles I have purchased especially for the event. After all, there had to be some sort of embarressment involved, doesn't there??