PS

Mr G came back from the supermarket with a bunch of flowers for me, so say sorry for being grumpy. Not red roses, not perfumed lilies, but a few scraggy old purple crysanthemums that were already dropping their petals. The price label was on - £3. But I suppose it's the thought that counts. I must have cried far more than £3-worth of tears, though.... I feel a poem coming on.