Valentine's hell

I hate shopping.
It is as close to personal hell as I can get.
Corin and I went shopping today.
Well, strictly speaking that isn't true.
We went to town, dropped the wedding rings off at the jewellers and discovered that Aunty Pat's ring dates back to the 1940's which was a lovely surprise. There's my something very old.
After that we wandered into town - chavsville.
What IS the collective noun for a group of chavs?
And where there weren't chavs, there were Emo's, a plethora of skinny girls who need to eat far more pies, and an abundance of bigger people who might need to eat fewer pies (you see, I tried to be polite about it).
We had coffee and a slice of cake, after an aborted attempt to shop. Corin wanted to get my birthday present (yes, I know it's tomorrow. Nothing to say here). He was unsuccessful I think.
I was bloody miserable. Not even a little jaunt into the Swavoroski shop cheered me up. Saw nothing. Unusual because I am a magpie when it comes to shiny things.
Then got freezing ears and hands walking back to the car and have been utterly miserable ever since.
If the truth be told, I have been in a mid-winter funk for the past 5 weeks. I'm pretty flat and depressed. I don't stay upbeat for very long and the slightest thing is p***ing me off enormously at the moment.

Picture - shot from the hip, waiting outside a shop for Corin (yes, I know, that's the wrong way round). Massively processed to make it red and hell-like. See the people, they are without souls, they look right through you....in the late rush to buy a valentine card.
WHY WHY WHY.
I hate Valentine's day, just for the simple reason that it makes it very difficult to go anywhere for my birthday because everything is booked up and overpriced.

BAH HUMBUG.

Ann, Dad, Laura - thinking of you xxxxx
Sad times.