Sprightly

The weather changed for the better. On the NE coast of the States WinterStormOrson threatened to snow down a huge 25 inch dollop. I thought of my Dad's headstone which is not too high anyway at Naskeag Cemetery near Blue Hill and Penobscot Bay. 

One of his favourite sayings was, 'His eyes were as empty as pissholes in the snow'.

We celebrated Valentines with a Waitrose meal for two. Not bad but I would have been better cooking a nice meal. Off tomorrow to take a look at Aberdeen.

Crocuses on the Water of Leith.

There has been a lot of cod Valentines trysting *poetry* on Twitter the last couple of days. The FT's trade correspondent, Alan Beattie, started off a rifr about international  #TradeValentines.

Given that The Boss wroote a ground-breaking commentary on the EU's sanitary and phystosanitary regulations I fired off the following to her over the airwaves,

His phytosanitary agreement
Awoke her pining heart.
She troth'd her regulatory equivalence
So that their love might start.

And they say romance is dead.