Forget Christmas – there can be few times of year as challenging as early February, and the accompanying Valentine’s Day massacre. Because unless you’re in the first throes of passion, the whole thing can be a minefield. Whether you’re single (happily so or otherwise) or in a committed relationship (again, happily so or otherwise), your love life suddenly comes under the spotlight, and you’re under pressure. Pressure to get a date for the big night. Pressure for the significant other in your life to do something romantic and not leave you feeling like a numpty when they turn up with petrol-station flowers (again!). Pressure not to seem like a control freak when you have to book everything yourself, so as not to end up in another Valentine’s night row because everything is booked up and there’s a three-hour wait for a takeaway (and who wants takeaway on Valentine’s Day anyway?!) You might not have done Veganuary or Dry Jan, but more and more of us are abstaining on the whole manufactured idea of romance that gets shoved down our throats every February 14th.