That time of year

It's that time of the year again - Valentine's Day - and you can't find anyplace not filled with hearts and lace and flowers and chocolate and astonishingly expensive dinners for two. Now that I've paid service to cynicism I need to admit that being quite a hopeless romantic at heart I'd be right out there in front of the queue sending flowers - not roses - and buying gifts and cards too if there was someone to do so for. Maybe next year. We'll see what the Year of the Dog has in store for the Rooster/Phoenix.

It's storming here. 5pm and it's all dark and stormy. It was a dark and stormy evening and in the office ...

Happy Valentine's Day.