It being Valentines I feel sort of duty bound to say something yucky. Hang on I'll just check Petite Anglaise she's the gold standard.....ah nothing there. She must be out for the night.
Part of me thinks if I was a proper religious blog I should write something about the true nature of love. Then again I could come over all philosophical and talk about one of my favorite books in the world "Works of Love" by Kierkegaard. Peter Bowyer has been suggesting to me for ages that I should pen a series of entries based around Kierkegaard's work but somehow I remain to be convinced that this is what the great blog reading public want.
Maybe I should wax poetical or offer reflections from past relationships "She broke my heart", "I will always think of her when...", "He was more than a woman to me." that sort of thing.
I dunno. I just feel the whole Valentines thing is crap. I mean in a sense if you are reading this on February 14th odds on you're on your own. Since everyone else is busy with the one they love. So I might just be pouring salt into your wounds by mentioning it. Mind you then again there are all the people with someone who are just queuing up to tell you how they don't do anything for Valentines because it's so commercialized, which I think is actually a worse thing to say to someone on their own. Like an atheist saying "Oh yeah I don't do Christmas" to someone who didn't get any presents.
No it's a no win situation really isn't it. If you spend money you will be exploited. If you send a card you might not get one back. Best to move really. Only good valentines story I can think of involves a delightful member of the chaplaincy community (who shall remain nameless to spare his blushes) who bought a hamper of chocolate and honey and flowers and goodies which he sent round to a house of grumpy single people.
I've just become a stereotypical religious blog.