some years ago i work up to find that some bastard had stolen the windscreen wipers off my car. i mention this because valentines day morning i wake up to find that someone – presumably the same person – has tried it again with my new model car, and finding them unstealable, decided to tie them in a knot for me, doubtless in some fit of testosterone-driven frustrated pique at their own failed attempt at petty larceny. how lovely. i spent much of the rest of the day sorting out the repair. two bills and half a tent turned up, but no hugs, no kisses, no comfort, no cards – however, i shall survive. there’s no percentage in not doing so. fya: culled from NTK: http://magnus.huckvale.net/2002/valentines/ – well worth a read.