Oh yes, we were cued up for Valentine's Day around here.
Bernie flew home from being gone a few days ready with gifts and cards.
I had our table set and the champagne cooled.
Then Luke's Valentine's gift arrived for me.
His mother got the same gift.
Ewww.Valentine's evening was spent uncomfortably with Luke's unwelcomed gift.
(He had come down with it two days before himself.)
The High Silver Tea?
It didn't stand a chance of happening.
Bernie promised he will take me out for High Tea at the Grand American Hotel soon to make up for it.
And since no good deed ever seems to go unpunished (ahem, I exaggerate) Bernie himself then got his belated gift of flu a few days later.
Today is the first day in a week where food has been consumed without caution and energy levels have returned to a sort of reasonable level.
Well, there's always next year right?
(Collage: My Rhodora Lenox china, circa 1950's, from my grandmother with matching fuchsia goblets, an antherium plant gift from Bernie, the unworn hat and gloves and the little Valentine's Day bears who did wear their hats anyway.)