ok, I am prepared to concede defeat. However, the romanticism of it bewitches me, the...

evening sun warming us as we stroll hand in hand, the light, carefree laughter as we enjoy a drink in a local hostelry, the electricity as our lips touch in a farewell kiss.

...I'm off down the chippy.

Posted By: JeanPierre Olthwaite, Jul 1, 18:09:37