there is nothing in the rule book stating that you must celebrate only romantic love. Why not celebrate the love you have for yourself and your closest friends by having a “single girls night” at home? While all the couples out there are waiting for their turn in a jam-packed restaurant, you and your friends can enjoy a fun, sismantic (okay, I made that up, how come guys have bromances, but we don’t have a term for our bond as women?) night in the comfort of your own dining room.
Nadezhda Osipovna’s singing reminded Vasily Lvovich of the husky songs of gypsies and swarthy pharaohesses, not the songs of fair ladies, and pleased him greatly.
[F]urther south in Kent, there was St. Mildred, whose mother, in 670, founded the minster that still stands there in good nick, with nine nuns who are an ever-present help in trouble to all religions and none.
We can't get along: he's just not my type.
