Well it is that time of year again, when love can blossom, and flowers come from surprisingly long distances.
Today the office has been surprisingly love free ; I think probably due to the fact that trying to make poetry out of farming is quite difficult. You try and rhyme John Deere (fear!!!) or Limousin bulls (dull!) with anything romantic. Its all Bullocks if you ask me(sorry, bad joke).
If you don’t have anywhere to take your partner tonight, why not treat his/her to fish and chips to celebrate chip week. You may get a smack in the face by the battered cod, but at least you can eat it afterwards.