PHOTO STEVE ULLATHORNE
I’ve never been a huge fan of Valentine’s Day. Probably because for many years the only person who sent me a card was my cat, although how he reached the postbox I’ll never know.
I’ve never found it a problem being a love-Grinch because, luckily for me, my wife isn’t one for presents or expensive frippery. I usually make her a card with a hilarious photo of me stuck on the front of it, and she always receives it like it’s made out of diamonds and gold. I recently discovered why she’s so relaxed about a day that’s traditionally celebrated with overt displays of love. It turns out that it’s all in her genes.