By EMMA PERRY
It’s the middle of February 2013.
Chocolate eggs have been glaring menacingly at me from supermarket shelves from the moment I finished my Christmas turkey. But that’s not bothering me … I never say no to chocolate.
That sickly pink and red is everywhere. And I mean everywhere. That bothers me!
Everything you can think re shaped into, yep, a heart. Valentine’s Day. My eyes start to roll backwards before I start to remember … this year is going to be different.
I know it. I’m prepared this year.
I’ve sorted out the ones we’re finished with. We are ready to let go. I’ve also carefully selected some beautiful, shiny new ones.
My printer has gone crazy. It’s under pressure to churn out the beautifully crafted labels, all from the hands of generous people much more artistically gifted than me.
NOW I’m ready.
Clutching my piles of supplies I head to my car and bundle them in. I’m off.
First stop the local doctors.
I feel a little bit circumspect I have to say. I’m sneaking in. I have no appointment. I hover around the low table in the corner of the waiting room. It’s forlorn, and not very appealing for little ones. I hastily bustle my piles on to the table, stand up and make a swift exit.
Next stop … a beautiful playground. It’s deserted at the moment which makes me feel a little less conspicuous. I tuck one into a bright red play tunnel, one on top of the slide ….
I’m getting into this now!
One goes on to the empty swing seat. I hop in my car and make my way to another playground – ooo, plenty of opportunities here! Bouncy cars, tyre swings, climbing frames & walls. I tuck one into each tempting space.