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Hello lovelies.  Happy Valentine’s day.

I actually think Valentine’s day is brilliant.  I don’t care if I don’t get a card or whatever, I just think the whole concept is so wonderfully mushy and fluffy and unrestrainedly romantic.  Britons, hold back on the cynicism for a day and write a card – send a text – or an email – make a call – to someone you love, be it a friend, a cousin, an old lady living on her own, or your husband of thirty years.  Make lunch for your mum or something.  Go on.

Also click on the picture to read some (possibly slightly dubious) Valentine’s facts, including this one:

It was once believed that if a woman saw a flying robin on Valentine’s day she would end up getting married to a sailor. If a sparrow was the bird she saw she would end up marrying a man that was poor and live a happy life, if she saw a goldfinch then she was to marry a man that was a millionaire. One can only wonder who she would marry if she saw a crow.

Merciles Beaute

By Geoffrey Chaucer

 

CAPTIVITY

 

Your eyen two wol slee me sodenly,

I may the beaute of hem not sustene,

So woundeth hit through-out my herte kene.

 

And but your word wol helen hastily

My hertes wounde, whyl that hit is grene,

Your eyen two wol slee me sodenly,

I may the beaute of hem not sustene.

 

Upon my trouthe I sey yow feithfully,

That ye ben of my lyf and deeth the quene;

For with my deeth the trouthe shal be sene.

Your eyen two wol slee me sodenly,

I may the beaute of hem not sustene,

So woundeth hit through-out my herte kene.


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