As a married man, I hate Valentine’s day. Actually, scratch that – as a sensible human being, I hate Valentine’s day. For singles, it’s a day of misery and loneliness and for couples, it’s a high pressure event where you just cross your fingers and pray you get things right. In many ways, it’s a roguelike. No reloads, no second chances and half the time you don’t know the effect of the words until you say them.