14 February 1982

Sun Feb XIV

Valentines Cards all round! Went to Pt Chev with some friends of Dads. I found a carton full of milk dated ‘use by Jan 4’ in the sea. When I threw it back in it split and lumps of milk went everywhere. Watered the garden.

Sad, isn’t it? My parents became keen to ensure that none of us missed out on Valentine’s Day, so each of us would get a card from them. They became even keener on this once we – or at least Karen and I – were at an age to actually have ‘real’ boyfriends and girlfriends who might send us a card.

The ironic thing is that, in adult life, everyone I have ever dated has foresworn Valentine’s Day for the commercial nastiness that it has sadly become. My parents obviously had a keen sense of what the day meant – unlike all of those who have since sought to make themselves wealthy on the back of it, and spolit it for everyone in the process.

Even sadder, the milk carton thing is one of my most vivid memories of the trip. Seeing the carton explode and the white, lumpy, liquid disperse in the water clearly made an impression upon me at the time, but why I still recall it thirty years on is beyond me.

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About Richard

Just your less-than-average married father of one
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