Having chosen the flowers for his mother’s birthday, he continued to chat to the young lady in the flower shop and realised he was captivated by her smile and now her hands: they dealt with the messiness of nature so perfectly. As he struggled to encapsulate a message on the necessary card he commented that ‘she must see all kinds of odd messages’. ‘Oh yes, she said: and some are so romantic. But sadly, never for me. He thanked her and left. And taking a deep breath strode across town to the other flower shop and bought 6 red roses.