It Bears Repeating

Here we are at the beginning of February, the month when we celebrate love in all its lovely forms. I do have more than a bit of a quibble with whoever decided it was a good idea to make St Valentine the patron saint of amour, but there it is. For me personally, love has little to do with being imprisoned, tortured, and buried alive. If that makes me vanilla then slather me in chocolate sauce and lick away. If you wish to know more on the subject of what I do find essential in the romance department, a few years ago I compiled a list. You can find it here. Off with you, now. I have unintentional pajama day tasks to attend to.