Mostly we indulge our chocolate addictions (champagne truffles!). I know, I know, not unlike every other damn day of the year but today the goods come in heart shape boxes. Tell Me a Story: Pagan Hearts
William Russell Flint illustration forLe morte Darthur; ‘I am a gentlewoman that useth here in this forest hunting, and God knoweth I saw ye not; but as here was a barren hind at the soil in this well, and I weened to have done well, but my hand swerved. Alas, said Sir Launcelot, ye have mishieved me. And so the lady departed, and Sir Launcelot as he might pulled out the arrow, and left the head still in his buttock, and so he went weakly to the hemitage ever more bleeding as he went.