Happy bitter-sweet Valentine’s Day!

It’s Valentine’s Day.  A card arrives on the early morning tea tray. I clasp my hands to my bosom and exclaim, ‘A Valentine card for me?  Who could it be from?’ Husband dutifully answers. ‘Don’t know. Postman must have come early.’ Further hammed-up swooning as card is extracted from envelope. Then I give a melancholic sigh.