Aaron and I have never celebrated Valentine’s Day. Our first one together was also Pancake Tuesday and I mean, where else would your focus lie? So it’s been a tradition ever since to refocus the attention to Pancakes - regardless of whether it is actually Shrove Tuesday, or a Tuesday at all for that matter. There’s just something about being the chaos in the calm; the provocation of panic as people think they’ve missed out on pancakes, or the frustration as we confidently present factually wrong information. There is just something about messy. I love it. Or at least, I'm learning to.