Valentines Day

We had egg on toast for breakfast.
The Guardian reader cooked moules marinère for supper, and bought me a lovely bunch of lilies.
I sent him a card, and wrote the envelope with my right hand, (I'm left handed). Unfortunately it looked like someone elses handwriting and he thought it might be the end of an ongoing dispute, that has been worrying him for months. I felt sick having to let him down. The card was a black and white image of very old hands clasped together, I wrote: 'Grow old with me', inside.
'Older' he said!