Valentines Day always creates a few questions.
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| Sweet On Cupcakes |
By your late twenties you wonder if anyone at work recognises the handwriting on the flowers you sent to yourself. In your thirties you tell your kids ‘nothings wrong honey, I’ve just been cutting onions’, as your husband declares the day ‘commercial claptrap’. In your forties you ponder how many years you’d get if you stuffed the four boxes of red, pink, white and apricot roses down the freakishly thin throat of the giggling ‘what another box for me?’ receptionist. Would your defense of ‘I just wanted to add some roughage to her diet’ be enough to get you off? In your fifties you ponder whether to call your fourth cat ‘daisy’ or ‘catnip’, as you try not to mix up her cat food with your own tinny tin of fat free tuna.
So this year for anyone undecided about whether to send their lover flowers or something sweet, can I suggest that if she works in reception, a bouquet of cupcakes serves a dual purpose. They’ll stand apart from all the other flowers she receives, and help with any future defence….’they’re mostly sugar, your Honor, and surely the lack of thorns show I meant no malice’.
