My Valentine this year was 80 cm high, wild-haired and snotty nosed. She was also rather vocal about not wanting to eat soup (a tasty parsnip-blue cheese one from Soup for Dummies). Or anything, really, after a few bites of apple sauce. So we retreated to the couch to watch Castle and conk out by 19.30hrs. Or she did, while I held her and secretly sniffed her hair every now and again. Not a bad date, all things considered.