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..