Attempting some laps and trying to cool off a little at the town pool on Monday (the eve) I overheard a lovers' quarrel: "But you said we weren’t ‘doing’ Valentines Day! Now I’ve got to get you a present!" So that is ‘doing’ Valentine's Day, buying stuff. Christmas had barely been peddled from the shelves before gaudy Australian flag propaganda was being hawked and now it was poor old St Val’s turn to be flogged (who coincidently was apparently almost stoned and clubbed to death and failing that was in the end beheaded). I may as well start preparing now for the next commercial 'shock and awe' event that is Easter.