I’m sitting in my office, working on my syllabus, when a group of people come into the outer reception area (which I can’t see from here). They start talking to our receptionist, and I’m barely listening, when I hear what sounds like a harmonica (but turns out to be a pitch pipe). They start singing to her in four-part harmony, and everyone in our office is instantly in the hallway. Her husband sent a singing Valentine – they were dressed in tuxes, had a single pale pink rose, the whole nine yards.
Adorable. (And yes, I still hate Valentine’s Day.)