It's Valentine's Day tomorrow and my husband's card to me is on the mantelpiece ready for me to open it. But I know that, unlike even last year, my husband hasn't sneaked off into town to buy the card, or has even taken on board what day it is despite me taking him very slowly past the cards and fluffy red cushions in Tescos earlier this week. So this year I organised for my daughter to take him to get a card, which she did today, reporting back that she had actually chosen it when her Dad kept picking up to my girlfriend/husband cards and was at a loss. So at least I have a card, but I haven't organised this for me but because I know that tomorrow he will be really upset to think he has forgotten to buy me a card. And I want to do all I can to keep him happy. But I am sad. Because I know this is now where we're at. That next year it won't be any better. And tomorrow I won't have any surprise restaurant bookings, no flowers, no romance. But I will just be happy that he is still at home with me. And he will be happy.