Humble Pie...

Yes I have to eat humble pie, but in this instance, I really don't mind.

On Friday night with Valentines Day looming for Sunday I prepared myself for a non event. Mr most-unromantic-person-in-the-world hubby came home from work and said, Oh, it's Valentine's Day on Sunday isn't it. I nodded. How about we go for a drive out on Sunday and get some lunch somewhere? (me trying to hide shocked look) He continued, it's no good me trying to take you out for a meal at night as we can't get a babysitter, so I thought it would be nice if we all went together. Yes, I said, that would be lovely.

Sunday morning arrived and a huge card was waiting for me. Shock, followed by even more shock when I read what he'd written inside. It wasn't a last minute from the garage or the Spar card either. He'd written a lovely message for me. Now I'm really not sure who this hubby is. This has never happened before. Even when he's got a card to keep me quiet because he can't stand the grumbling if he hadn't bothered, it's always been under protest and a token gesture with just a kiss drawn inside. he outdid himself by a long way this time. He'd also got Isabelle a small card and she spent the whole day guessing who it could be from bless her. She never once thought it was her dad.

So we drove out to find somewhere for lunch and found a lovely really ye olde worlde tea rooms / restaurant. We were expecting to just eat something light, soup or something, as funds are a little low (as always) but it was only £10 each for a 3 course meal, which we opted for. It was absolutely delicious! With the starter they bought a single red rose for me and a beautifully wrapped present for Isabelle (a game for her to play). The Eton Mess was scrummy and Mark sat making noises to himself as he devoured cheesecake in butterscotch sauce. Isabelle plowed her way through three scoops of ice-cream (the little piggy).

So my humble pie is eaten without any bad feelings, and we had a lovely day.