ALL we singletons can breathe a sigh of relief… It’s over for another year.
A day that is designed to make couples feel obliged to ‘do something’ and make us single folk feel like we are somehow failing at life.
Really, I don’t need reminding.
That said, my Valentine’s Day was a relatively unique one.
I had dinner with my dear friend, Vicky Edwards, in Sainsbury’s café (very nice Chorizo Paella, I must say) and then we headed to The Riverside Caravan Park in Bognor Regis to compere the ‘Back to the 60s’ charity night.
It proved to be a wonderful evening with brilliant back-to-back live music.
Oh, a special mention to nine-year-old Oliver Hobbs and his drumming debut.
To top it all off, £7,500 was raised for Molly’s Wish, nudging the family ever closer to the £50,000 needed to get Molly to
the USA for a life-changing operation – you can find out more at www.mollyswish.co.uk
All was well, that is, until Ms Edwards decided that as well as the raffle, we may as well throw in an auction lot…
A date with yours truly!
Yep, there I was, stood on stage by her side when she decided to make the announcement.
I was mortified, but what could I do?
It would have been most uncharitable to say no, but equally the connotations of someone making payment for a date – not great!
Bidding started at £10, nudged to £20, moved up to £30, £40 was offered and then things peaked at £50.
I’m worth £50!
Luckily the highest bidder just so happened to be the most attractive chap in the room, but most importantly, it’s all extra coffers for a very worthy cause.
If anyone does happen to have any suggestions with regards to how I can get my revenge on Vicky, please do
get in touch.
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