Changed the title. Memories of childhood scribblings on Valentine’s card.
As Chaucer once wrote:
For this was sent on Seynt Valentyne’s day
Whan every foul cometh ther to choose his mate.
This year I made Louise’s card, with my own two hands, so if that doesn’t win me some brownie points then I’d suggest the system is flawed! We don’t do Valentine’s day in a big way but I have ordered some flowers – this in itself is no small matter as it requires some pre-planning (diversionary tactics) to ensure she doesn’t expect them – and a couple of small gifts.
So, whilst we do take today as an opportunity to further express our love for each other, we certainly don’t buy into the Hallmark version. If you love someone, tell them, everyday.
