Listening to the radio I am astonished to hear people wishing each other Happy Valentines Day!
It may just be that I'm becoming seriously misogynist in my old age but surely it's not that sort of occasion.
David and I never did Valentines...we already knew we loved each other!
When I was a girl the idea of getting a card declaring love from someone you didn't know was exciting...but it didn't really happen much for me!
If I got a card it was always from someone I knew...
I can't remember now whether I ever sent a card to anyone...it seems most unlikely but this is just added proof that I have become a dozy old woman!
The most extravagant declarations of love were always when I was on a cruise!
Cunard sent red roses...one each....so no one felt left out!
Once when Valentine's Day fell on a Sunday a very determined lady advanced upon the Captain as he prepared to lead the ecumenical service.
She presented him with a huge bouquet of red roses.
The captain looked bemused but accepted the gift before handing them over to a steward...
We had no idea whether the roses were indeed tokens of love...but the poor man left them on the piano as he scuttled off the stage at the end of the service!
I suppose it all adds to the gaiety of life but I'm not sure what St Valentine would make of it all with all those arrows sticking out of his chest!
So I'm not going to wish you a happy Valentine...I'm just going to hope that no one feels unloved today......we don't need cards to tell us!
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