Saint Valentine of Rome was a priest and bishop in the Roman Empire who ministered to Christians who were persecuted there. He was martyred on February 14, which has been observed as the Feast of Saint Valentine (Saint Valentine's Day) since 496 AD. So he was a definite good guy.
I did most of the customary things. I put a vase with a mass of yellow flowers and some pink ones in Anne's room with one added red rose plus one lily. Lilies have bad connotations but Anne likes them. So that was my version of Ikebana. I guess I failed the class but Anne liked it
Anne presented herself with her hair long, blonde and out, wearing a dark blue floral frock which proved she had both a waist and a bosom and she wore shoes with slight heels on them. We are both pretty unsteady on our feet so the heels were a definite concession to the occasion. She looked pretty good.
For presents I gave Anne a big box of Maltesers, a packet of Aspro Clear, a packet of Quickeze, a bottle of Apricot jam, a bottle of Cumquat jam, three shopper dockets for petrol discounts and a bright green bedsheet. Life is different among the oldies. Anne appreciated the offerings anyway. We both gave one-another jocular cards.
For dinner I took us to the Indian Brothers near where I live. It is a bit fancier than most Indian restaurants. I took along my last bottle of Barossa Pearl to drink. We had Onion Pakora, Punjabi chicken (which was very good), cheese & Spinach Naan, eggplant sabji, and some other chicken curry which we didn't finish.
After dinner we listened to Ottorino Respighi on YouTube and at bed time Anne put my pressure sock on my Left leg for me. Isn't that Romantic?
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