Even though I used to abhor Valentine’s day, I forever turned it into a highlight of happiness when, Valentine’s day 2003, I asked my lovely Lise to marry me. Of course you already knew that but I had to find a reason to post today so I’ll gladly repeat myself. Happy Valentine’s to everyone!

(…) Fever / in the morning / fever all through the night (…)

Not just any fever, but hay-fever and not only in the morning and all through the night, but 24/7. However much I love flowers (ask my wife, she gets them… uhm… once a year?) I really hate it that this spring, for the first time, I have a serious bout of hay-fever. The strange thing is I only seem to have it in France, so maybe this is nature’s way of telling me it is time to move on. And so we’ll do, this summer, to Brussels.

If you weren’t entirely convinced by the previous entry, which I can understand even though it seriously felt like spring, I present you with evidence number two: blooming crocus (croci?) on the Lange Voorhout in the Dutch city of The Hague, where I spent a few days idling around town.

My wife gave me a rose for Valentine’s Day: how’s that for emancipation? This day four years ago, the tackiest date I could come up with, I asked her to marry me. She said yes.