We got off lightly last night: wild winds and rain, but not as ferocious as those encountered in other parts of the country. It was a difficult Valentine's Day for many. The rains continued here for most of the day, making everyone feel miserable. Or at least making me feel miserable, but I assume most people would feel similarly under the circumstances if they had any sense.
There are not many Valentine's cards on the windowsill. To be precise, at the last count, there were none. These things happen. Happen most years, in fact. I suppose not everyone finds it convenient to get down to the shops, choose a card, purchase a stamp, track down one of those red pillar box things; or just forget (I find the event does not receive much publicity). And my house is at the end of a cul-de-sac: I am sure the postman sometimes loses interest before he gets here, or is put off by the long walk back up the hill. These things happen.
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