I walked down into the village this morning to check out how the French deal with St.Valentine's Day. From looking around at the baker's, it seems some lucky lady was to be breakfasted on champagne and chocolate cake, and another would receive a tart in the shape of a heart. Unusually the butcher was also open, presumably for those who prefer to express their undying love with the gift of a spicy sausage. Mrs.L usually gets a glass of Buck's Fizz in bed, but the poor girl is on antibiotics and so had to make do with some flowers.
