As I was returning from teaching this morning, I saw a girl on the bus looking very sad. She had an enormous pink suitcase. On top of it was an inflatable figure with its arms spread wide; on its crimson belly was written 'I luv you this much'.
It was a melancholy scene, but I lightened my mood by pretending she was on the run from the unwanted solicitations of Mr Bean.
Continuing the romantic theme tomorrow with a musing on a saucy stanza from Basil Bunting's Briggflatts, I hope.