Valentine's Day is never a good day. It's the anniversary of my mother's death. And it's the day after my ex husband's birthday, so he refused to celebrate it. It's always sucked.
She's home, feeling better by quite a way - although still rather washed out. She was laughing, as far as she was able, because all the staff on the surgical ward default to 'Are you hungry? Shall I make you some toast?' Although they did find her yoghurt, cuppasoup, weetabix and ice packs as she pointed out to them, one at a time, that she couldn't eat anything solid!
At this time many of the noble youths and of the magistrates run up and down through the city naked, for sport and laughter striking those they meet with shaggy thongs...
Girls and young women would line up on their route to receive lashes from these whips. This was supposed to ensure fertility, prevent sterility in women and ease the pains of childbirth.
Comments 17
Reply
How's D-d?
Reply
Reply
Reply
So sorry to hear that.
Reply
Reply
*hugs*
Happy 15th February instead :)
Reply
Reply
As others have said, Happy February 15th!
Reply
I know. Thanks.
Reply
It's the Roman festival of Lupercalia apparently, so enjoy that instead?
Jane xx
Reply
At this time many of the noble youths and of the magistrates run up and down through the city naked, for sport and laughter striking those they meet with shaggy thongs...
Girls and young women would line up on their route to receive lashes from these whips. This was supposed to ensure fertility, prevent sterility in women and ease the pains of childbirth.
Reply
Reply
Leave a comment