and they say romance is dead!……
Sitting in the restaurant in Coral Bay with Bill, Jane, Mick and Theresa, Tony and I were discussing romance. As those who know and love Tony realise, he is romantic but not in an obvious way. Bill, however, is a big softie and Jane even worse…
Jane was reciting a poem to Bill which went along the lines of (sorry to the author): “My love is like a red, red rose which blossoms etc”
Bill, who arrived laden with flu in cyprus, corrected her and romantically said:
“My love is like a red, red nose……..”
Laugh? ! I’m lucky I didn’t sneeze as its not a good involuntary thing for a woman of my age to do!!