The saddest thing about Valentine’s Day having passed for another year isn’t the fact that I no longer have females thrusting chocolate at me.

No, it’s that the big chocolate heart display in the local supermarket has disappeared for another eleven months. Every year it’s a wonder to behold- a huge wall of chocolate, built out of bars of chocolate, with red bars forming a heart. Every day I enjoy seeing it. Or enjoyed seeing it, I should say.

Maybe they could do a blue heart for White Day, and extend my pleasure for a month or so more?