I once spent a Valentine's day delivering flowers in Central Wellington. I don't think I've ever received so much goodwill from women (apart from a lecture I had to give to 120 6th formers at a girl's high school once. And no, it wasn't some sort of punishment - it was a careers thing).
It was a lovely day. Frantic, but lovely. I got to hang out with Ms Wanda Harland, run all over town, see inside loads of offices and shops, and as a total bonus it led to ongoing employment, and a very cool giggling vibrating monkey (which has since died, sadly).
SO spare a thought for all the wee florists out there.
If I worked closer to Cuba St I'd take Manuela a coffee.