So Father Valentine is a Norfolk thing and of course a certain lass from Norfolk has rather made it her own up in Lancaster. Now Father Valentine rather takes Valentines Day away from the coupleyness that infects it, so I rather like the idea.
The idea being that people recieve, on their doorstep gifts that should be essentially useless and humourous. Being as I am not endowed with the best sense of humour I’ve been doing a little research on what sort of thing Father Valentine usually leaves and discovered he has a history of foodstuffs as well.
I thought I should warn people, if you do indeed recieve an early morning visit from Father Valentine you should shout loudly to the air ‘Thankyou Father Valentine’ and hope that he hears you.