Happy Valentine's Day

February 14th and hearts are everywhere. Hearts on cards on shelves. Hearts on cards in windows. Heart-shaped balloons hovering and bobbing in open-plan offices as love-struck colleagues create localised eddies of air on their way to and from the photocopier. Even the heart on the low-fat spread container took on a whole new meaning at breakfast this morning. But I see no beauty in the heart. All I see is the limp, rotting piece of meat on my biology tray at school, my hands stained red as I slice a scalpel through the sheep’s left ventricle.