A Romantic Dinner

I had always considered Valentine's Day a load of rubbish. Surely your lover knew that you loved him every day that you loved him.

I continued thinking that until I met Ernest. He was a serious, young man whose name matched his character. After a whirlwind romance, we married.

For a while, our marriage was happy, but he was so dull. Every evening, he would plonk himself down in front of the television set and not talk.

One day, I bought a bottle of cyanide and added it to his dinner. He keeled over and died instantly.