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Okay. This happened to me some years ago when I was a romantic young teenager, and in love. Not the geriatric old fart I am now. At my present stage in life I wouldn’t know romance if it came up and gave me a head slap.

Well, it was Valentine’s Day and because I was wildly in love, I got up at 5 one morning to put a bunch of roses on my girlfriend’s doorstep. It was February and freezing cold, but love warms the heart, and if you’re lucky, a few other places too.

Anyway, I dumped the roses on the doorstep and legged it. The card, according to British tradition wasn’t signed. It just said – To Jane. With all my love. From (big heart with a ? in it)

Later in the day I went round to see Jane. I knocked on the door, which was opened by a withered old crone of about 90. The girlfriend’s grandmother. I was a bit surprised because she was smiling at me a bit dreamily. Anyway, like any other teenager I put it down to advancing senility and went into the kitchen.

There, I got a bit of a surprise. Instead of the expected leap into my arms and wet kisses all over, I was dragged by the arm into the garden by the love of my life. The conversation went like this;

You bought those flowers, didn’t you?
Yees.
And you wrote on the card, to Jane with love, didn’t you?
Well, yes, of course.
And you didn’t for one moment think that the earliest riser in our family is my grandmother whose name is also Jane, did you?
Aaah. And she thought that….Oh! I eventually replied with sudden insight.
Well, after a lot of groveling and the promise of a better present, all was forgiven by Jane the girlfriend.
We decided not to tell Gran. And after a while I considered it a lucky escape. You see, I’d almost bought sexy underwear, not flowers.

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