So, are you all getting excited about Sunday’s love-in? Haven’t really got any plans here, although I have demanded a card (with all possible spaces filled with small hand-writing – I don’t ask for much!). I don’t buy into all that Valentine’s lark really (except for the card, any excuse for a card) and I couldn’t think of anything worse than going out to a restaurant on the dreaded day. I mean, what possesses people, really? Anyway, I hope you all have lovely Sundays, with or without St Valentine.

I should be saying all of this on Sunday, shouldn’t I, or at least Saturday? But meh! Forgive my warped sense of time; having been slightly under the weather, time is hardly my priority (nor blogging, as you might have guessed). Indeed, I would love nothing more than to sleep through the rest of the week, right through the weekend and beyond. For a thousand years, if you will. If anyone could lend me a time capsule for this purpose, I’d be chuffed, thanks!

One more thing! Yesterday I heard someone use the word ‘flouncy’. Yes! Bring back the flouncy! I haven’t heard this word since I was, well, I don’t know, about 6, surely? Amazing though (even if it was being used with regards to a pen). I herein commit to making regular use of this underrated word. Speaking of which, I walked into a popular high street shop yesterday and everything had completely changed (in a spring-clean, let’s-go-on-holiday kind of way) and I must say, everything looked very, very flouncy.

Tomorrow, I promise a far more worthwhile rant. Filled with elaborate flounces and the like. In the meantime, here’s a very lovely vintage image of the seaside (and one of my favourites) to transport you out of this cold February Wednesday and get you dreaming of a far warmer and better world. I hope this adds something a little flouncy to your day.