Nobody really knows why, but there it is. There are several candidate St Valentines, and some romantic notions about young lovers being helped on the road to matrimony, or birds pairing up and starting their nests. Of course, I don’t have any secret admirers, but I still love my husband, so I have got him something silly, and then added something sensible that we just happened to have around the house, but he was probably too busy this morning to take a peek .
My Valentine (yes, he) got me an apple. I am exceptionally pleased with this apple, and feel like a wanton hussy, in a way chocolates could never manage.