Well, just as we wipe the snow of Christmas of our boots, another Valentine's Day is on the horizon.... Yes, it's that time of the year when love is in the air.
It's nature's way of cushioning the blow of tax returns, stock taking and seeing the poor state of your bank balance after the festive feasts and whatnot.
Neville loves Valentine's Day - it's a time when he can be with his Flossie, providing she lets him near the house of course.
So with the help of our Nev, we've come up with a special poem dedicated to lovers....
'Tis that wonderful time for loving, that moment of shy tenderness,
Nev wants to show his love to Flossie, of trains - he must confess.
But she is his other love, one which the tide will never drown,
He'd like to take her to dinner, at the station buffet at Stourbridge Town.
A pork pie snack and a Wagon Wheel, and maybe more than food,
'A ramble in the country?' Nev suggests, being rude.
Cupid fires his arrows at Flossie's elbow - he's missed by a mile!
But Neville picks up the arrow and carresses it for a while.
'Where will you stick that arrow Nev?' Flossie asked in fear,
Nev stuttered 'I need no magic, Flo - I've got you deep in here...'
He pointed to his chest, showing where dwells his heart,
But he forgot that he was holding Cupid's enchanted dart.
So off to hospital they hurriedly went, upon which Nev lost a lot of blood,
Ruined was his favourite anorak - the one with the detachable hood,
But a happy ending was to be, with Flossie by his bedside,
He heard a Class 270 pass, with joy he almost cried.
Happy Valentine's Day Pooters!