Out of the blue, I have received not one but two floral tributes today from friends. One was hand-delivered; the other I found waiting for me (ingeniously tucked into our door knocker) when I went to deliver a card. They’re currently on my desk, looking cheerful. Thank you!

I wish Liam had finished his Valentines earlier so that those who will receive them by mail could have opened them today. There’s only so fast you can make a two and a half year old work. (He also insisted on making one “for us, Mama!”, which is currently displayed on a bookshelf.)

Back to work.

ETA: If you want to give flowers, robbing a florist the night before Valentine’s Day is not the way to acquire said flowers.