On Valentine’s day saw a sweet couple on the station – both of them good looking and hip in t-shirts and jeans even though they were probably in their early sixties. Both of them had the walking sticks and tremors that speak of Parkinson’s disease. They seemed in the throes of new love, nuzzling each other, cuddling and laughing intimately. I couldn’t help speculating that they might have met at Parkinson’s rehab class at the nearby hospital. Where there’s life, there’s still a chance to be happy.