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. Continue reading “Happy bitter-sweet Valentine’s Day!”