St Valentine
Feb. 13th, 2007 05:10 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lizwilliamsSt Valentine was beheaded, at least in some versions of his legend. Some people just act as though they've been.
Actually, Glastonbury, home of the esoteric, has markedly failed on the V-Day front. I had some difficulty finding a card for T (we don't sell them, and anyway, giving one's co-director a card from the stock is somewhat tacky). I went to the local salon this afternoon in an attempt to improve my appearance before actually going somewhere else (see below). One of the women there is spending tomorrow night at college, as her husband is a lorry driver and won't be home. The other staff member was overheard saying to her daughter 'Oh, God, is it? I forgot. Go out and get your dad a card from me.'
Meanwhile, I have to go up to Yorkshire tomorrow to give a writing-related talk. We are taking advantage of the local hotel's V-Day offer and going out to dinner on Friday instead, with memories of accidentally doing so last year - we forgot the date and ended up in a pub with an old farmer and Mrs Old Farmer. "Arrr,", said OF. "I took 'er for a meal but it were fifty quid. I said, 'I'm not paying that!' and she said, 'No, nor me either.' So we came yurr instead."
Ah, Somerset. The graveyard of romance.
Actually, Glastonbury, home of the esoteric, has markedly failed on the V-Day front. I had some difficulty finding a card for T (we don't sell them, and anyway, giving one's co-director a card from the stock is somewhat tacky). I went to the local salon this afternoon in an attempt to improve my appearance before actually going somewhere else (see below). One of the women there is spending tomorrow night at college, as her husband is a lorry driver and won't be home. The other staff member was overheard saying to her daughter 'Oh, God, is it? I forgot. Go out and get your dad a card from me.'
Meanwhile, I have to go up to Yorkshire tomorrow to give a writing-related talk. We are taking advantage of the local hotel's V-Day offer and going out to dinner on Friday instead, with memories of accidentally doing so last year - we forgot the date and ended up in a pub with an old farmer and Mrs Old Farmer. "Arrr,", said OF. "I took 'er for a meal but it were fifty quid. I said, 'I'm not paying that!' and she said, 'No, nor me either.' So we came yurr instead."
Ah, Somerset. The graveyard of romance.
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