by Lady Kefner
Apart from meeting my little students today, who had their faces painted with hearts and practically didn’t have any lessons because they were drawing Valentine’s Cards for their parents, I met with five adults.
A managing director of an international financial institution, very strict and classic. He and his wife are very predictable, daily and weekend routines broken only in emergency, holidays always in the same places etc.
A fashion stylist in a luxury boutique, a divorcee in her mid fifties who has recently moved back in with her parents to their sea front villa.
A beautician who owns a small, very private beauty studio. Most of her clients are yummy mummies who love to glam up in the beachside retreat before they present themselves in their shiny Range Rovers or Porsche Cayenne while picking up their kids from posh schools.
A wife of a rich husband (I don’t know exactly what he is doing but he is certainly a very successful businessman of some sort). They don’t have kids, she lives her life to the fullest: gym, cycling, tennis, skiing, languages, shopping, hanging out, travelling … these kind of things.
A housewife in her late thirties, ill-treated by her fat and ugly husband who apart from being a bully, manages to run a pretty prosperous construction company. She doesn’t work because he wants her to stay at home, do the housework and wait for him and their only son coming back home. So she does, she also watches TV, reads books and gets depressed.
But going back to the topic. As it is February 14th, it is unavoidable today to talk about the V Day.
Let’s start with the MD. He and his wife strongly refuse to celebrate this day in any form, calling it artificial and commercial but they acknowledge its business value to the national economy.
As the fashion stylist has recently “ suddenly and unexpectedly” got divorced after 20-year marriage and she still hasn’t recovered from the shock , even mentioning the V Day would make her cry.
The beautician is in her fifties, married for ten years, no kids, behaving and dressing like a teenager. Always cheerful and energetic. The celebration started at the doormat … decorated with the petals of roses … by her husband. There were balloons, hearts and red lights all over the place.
The rich wife of a rich husband … in the middle of our meeting a door bell rang. After a few minutes the housekeeper brought a bouquet of 30 red roses and a little box from Cartier. OMG!!! My jaws certainly dropped but she wasn’t very much surprised, nor impressed … a common day, a regular gift, just the lifestyle.
And the bullied wife … she took some sleeping pills and pretending to have a nasty cold, slept through the day.
And me… well honestly speaking, currently I have no feelings about this day at all. It used to be incredibly important in my twenties, with all the disappointing gifts I got from my ex. A nightmare! But not anymore…
But, wait a second, yesterday I got a tablet … in a red case. Does this count as a Valentine’s celebration?