While I’m putting my lack of Valentines down to the fact I was out of my house all day and the handbag dogs/ dozens of roses/champagne baths/chocolates etc etc that I’m SURE were heading my way, were locked out… This guy had a bit of a bad day. And also on the handbag dog front, I DID want a Sidney Silky, but now that I have seen the Pug/Chihuahua cross (which, is called a CHUG), I’m reconsidering.

After accidentally walking down the street with a rose that I technically bought myself (on the basis that we bought a bunch of them for friends then forgot to give them away), and then realised I looked like one of those people who actually GOT ONE, I decided that next year I will do the same. I have a reputation to uphold, after all.

And then there was Frocks on Bikes, who welcome one and all to look fabulous while stylishly peddling along the waterfront, on bicycles built for one or two. This sort of event works well for those of us who are not wandering the streets hand in hand with someone who has showered us with gifts, AND those of us who are, and was actually enough to make me reconsider my hatred of cycling in the Wellington streets. Being surrounded by a hundred or so other fashionistas on their decorated bicycles does tend to give you a secure feeling on the roads AND it was also a good opportunity to show off my skills as an international supermodel for the cameras.

And to end a wonderful Valentines day, I bought my little goldfish a new ornament and watched Season Seven of Westwing, and wasn’t afraid to cry at the soppy bits (which I am DYING to tell my fellow Westwing late bloomers about). My aim for the year is to update my fish tank for ALL significant events so they they can take part in the festivities too and because (as the fish guy told us) once you buy fish, you lose your life. I now spend a lot of time ensuring RPats, Josh and CJ have an interesting and constantly updating environment so they feel like they are exploring a much larger world than what they live in.