Cupid must be drunk - his (or her) arrows are certainly missing my mark when it comes to Valentine's Day. It was one of two recent moments that made me realise that the OH and I are not quite aligned with the most romantic day of the year, Valentine’s Day. It was either when we strode into Paperchase together, confronted by rows upon rows of cards proclaiming eternal love (well, I assume that there were rows and rows, as the swathe of men staring at them awaiting inspiration