My first Valentine remains a mystery.

Happy Valentines Day to you all. If you received a Valentine card and flowers or chocs today, I’m sure you will be spending the day with your special person. There used to be a time when Valentines were supposed to be a secret and you didn’t get to know who sent them. I remember my first Valentine was when I was a teenager at school. It arrived through our letterbox on a Saturday morning, and I was sure it must be from a boy I really fancied but who had until that day, shown no interest in me whatsoever. I was so thrilled and couldn’t wait for Monday morning to arrive, when I would see him again at school. To my surprise and chagrin, when I did see him in class, he still ignored me, so sadly, I had to assume that the card wasn’t from him. I was so disappointed, and I never did find out who sent that gorgeous card. What’s the point of that? Did any of you have secret Valentines?

Anyway, the wonderful love I’ve found since that schoolgirl crush, has more than made up for my disappointment, and today I had a beautiful orchid,


a red nightdress, (which you don’t need to see, ‘cos I’m wearing it) and a romantic hearts and flowers card from my ‘true love’.

I’m so glad I didn’t live in the Stone Age. Their method of courtship looks really painful don’t you think?

Valentines Day funny picture

Happy Valentine’s Day hugs to you all, and remember,

“Love all, trust a few, do wrong to no-one.”  ~ William Shakespeare.



Music, flowers and chocolates

Yesterday was my day for playing the piano at the Mall. As I was driving into the car park, I heard the familiar plinkety-plink-plink of the two elderly musicians, who sit there by the parking ticket machine, day after day, hoping for a few coins to be thrown into their wooden bowl. They’ve been playing there for as long as I can remember, and one of them once told me how much he liked my piano playing. I sometimes feel  a bit guilty that I get paid to play, even though the money means little to me, and I get to sit inside the shopping centre, where it’s bright and cheerful, whereas  they are making music, in order to put food on the table, and have to sit in much less salubrious surroundings. I give them a donation when I walk past, not because I enjoy their music, which is rather tuneless and ponderous, but because I feel sorry for them. How do you feel about giving money to such musicians?

I did enjoy my two hours playing, though, and had lots of smiles and waves. One elderly man, did a little dance around me, holding an imaginary partner for the tango. There was a granny with her grandson in a stroller, and they stopped to listen. She got really excited when the little boy started to move his fingers, as though he was also playing piano. She decided there and then, that as soon as he was old enough, he would have piano lessons. I played that lovely old song, “Moon River,” and it was only when I got home, that I saw on someone’s blog, that Andy Williams, the singer who made this song famous, had just died. I loved his rendition of this song, so smooth and relaxing. I’m sad that he’s gone.

Yesterday was my best friend’s birthday, so when she popped in to see me, it was time for a bit of spoiling. It had to be an orchid, my favourite flower; something to remind her of me whilst I’m away in Florida,

and something delicious, which I know she wouldn’t buy for herself. 🙂

Today is  a lovely Spring day, and will be great for a walk along the beach, so I’ll see you all later.