Valentines Day

All we needed was each other, the road, somewhere to eat and this to look at. After the greyest of weekends this light and shade and colour brought joy to our hearts.

Well, more joy I should say. The unlikeliness of our original meeting and windy road to our joining has own forever joy.

It’s never too late, for love, for hope, for life for putting things right and yes, making new mistakes to try and fix.
I sometimes feel like I’m walking a path of largely undeserved second chances, but I will take every gladly one offered and try to make the most of it. For me and for you, the kind soul who offered it.

By the way, Saint Valentine’s skull is on display in the Basilica of Santa Maria in Cosmedin in Rome. It’s got missing teeth and is crowned with flowers. That’s got to be the most heavy metal thing I’ve heard for a wee while.

Here’s to love (picture a parma violet gin and diet lemonade held aloft in a jaunty fashion).

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