Sunday, February 14, 2010
Oh, who's that on a Sunday?
Spotting the florist on the doorstep holding - what else would it be - a bunch of flowers
Sont ceux pour moi?
(Florist thinks - of course they are; why else would I be here with them)
Yes, Mr FF has done what he always does - excels at those romantic gestures that women the world over hope for on the 14th February. When he used to send the roses to my office it was always with a feeling of loved-up pride that I would carry them home on (in the early days) a crowded tube back to North London and then (once living together) on a civilised train carriage back to Hampshire.
I won't link to the previous bouquets he has sent me and that I have already blogged about - each bunch stands alone in its beauty.
Being separated today of all days is hard but we know it is happening for a good reason