Don't go breaking my heart ...

St Valentine's day is barely cold in it's grave and the retailers are moving on to the next thing. And why not? 

He's scraping the red paint off by the inch, and the mannequin looks unimpressed. Maybe she was stood up last night. There are eerie connotations of blood and stalking in this shot which I liked. Love and danger do of course often go hand in hand as a certain erotic movie doing the rounds at the moment reminds us...

Removing the paint looked like a long process armed only with a pair of scissors. Maybe he gave up halfway through, a case of Love's Labours Lost ...

So anyway today The Dizzle left the posh hotel which may or may not have given his girlfriend food poisoning (at least they got the money for the food back); The opticians told us to come back next week as we turned up seven days early for our eye tests; The Yoga Mama came to lunch; and very nice it was too. And the sun came out.

Footie kicks off at 4pm. Fingers crossed. Then the evening and tomorrow -

Back to the grindstone.