Some people claim Valentine's Day is a commercial hook, invented by greeting card companies, while others embrace the concept as something to help you remember romance. I float somewhere between the two and look forward to a card, flowers and a meal at a hot, happening, new restaurant , but never on the day itself. Not only are the prices raised to ridiculous heights bordering on criminal but it also means having to sit with gooey eyed couples whispering to each other, heads together giggling and eating tasty tidbits from each others forks, feeding each other like babies. (I once sat at a restaurant with a couple where the girl constantly fed her boyfriend from her fork, hand poised underneath his chin in case he should dribble like an invalid or child, all in the name of 'looking after her man'. Revolting).
