A Cumberland Valentine

Someone heart bombed the Village for Valentine’s Day, I know not who (although people have their suspicions, plus, somebody told me who it was but I don’t know the person and I’m bad at remembering names. And even if I did know, I would not tell. Heart bomber, your secret is safe with me). This is an annual tradition and some of the hearts have been used many times. When we walked through the Village later that night, the hearts were all gone.


Start, in the Name of Love.


Frelone Feels the Love


Follow Your Hearts.


Free Love on on the Free Love Highway, Just Ask David Brent


It wasn’t Meaghan. She didn’t do it.


Frogs Write the Sweetest Things


Love’s Bewitching Odour.

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