But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon,
Who is already sick and pale with grief,
That thou her maid art far more fair than she:
From Romeo and Juliet by William Shakespere
Poor Mrs O, off we go for a nice Valentines Day breaky at the Vogel Street Kitchen (for future reference Ian, the best eggs benny EVER) and I’m more preoccupied with the light coming through the window rather then her. I’m so lucky she understands!!!
Happy Valentines Day Carol.