Happy heart day

To illustrate what I told you yesterday: This morning I entered the college with my eyes immediately captured by the blinking writing on the electronic notice board:
TOMORROW IS HAPPY HEART DAY. It seems that naming weeks is not enough anymore; it has even come down to days!

I know that you do not want me to turn serious - but do you remember the church service I told you about in the first or second week of my stay? You know, slow tongue in early mass, ladadee-ladada. Well, during that mass, the priest had told us that cynicism was a very bad thing and that we should stay away from it. And also the film "Why are we Irish so unhappy?" suggested that being cynical is a societal illness we should get rid of. Now - if you think that I would risk heaven and my happiness just to entertain you...! No - today I decided to approach everything with a positive attitude and to make my heart happy for tomorrow. Flowers would help, I thought - just needed a vase. You get an awful lot in Limerick, even pink, elaborately ornamented whisks, but you're running your heels off to get a normal vase. My last chance: Debenhams. I knew that I didn't quite match the profile of a typical Debenhams customer (rich, posh and tawdrily dressed), but I definitely came to my senses in front of the Killarney crystal vase for 40 Euro (a bargain, some might say). In the end, I forgot about the bloody vase and bought an orchid. At home, I read the label: "Intended for decorative purposes, not for consumption". Heck, and I wanted to invite guests for an orchid stew.
By the way, I also scrubbed all the mould off my shower and bought a new shower curtain, which turned out to be a bit short though. Look at the picture: Haven't I become practical?! If you can't see it: these are strings of paper clips!