Valentine's Day this year was marred by our pet family virus which seems to have been lurking about us since Christmas. My beloved and I gallantly ate our supper and slumped on the sofa, too croaky and achey for words. I have however crocheted four hearts so I have more little objects to use somewhere somehow.
The beloved did me proud, flowers, chocolates, a favourite band on CD (the breeders) AND a wonderful knitting book. I got him a facsimile of the german's invasion plans for England just before the second world war. I worry sometimes that our interests are not compatible. I can't think why.