Saturday is Laura’s birthday.  This month she has been deluging me with hearts.  I find them everywhere, usually several a day; a heart shaped piece of breakfast eggshell, a wet patch by the bath, 3 heart shaped pieces of gum on the pavement, a tiny heart shaped red leaf, a line of a dozen hearts chalked along a street. Even  my new black socks have something stitched inside – guess what? – a blue heart. And one day I found one in the loo  (Laura’s idea of a joke).  And there are pennies too.  ‘Is it Valentine’s day come early,’ I puzzled.  No – it is my Valentine‘s day. We always celebrated for the whole month. I love you Laura, and I know you love me still.  Our love hasn’t died.  It simply changed form..