It was Friday evening, and she had finished work and her gym session. She drove home to her house. Ate dinner, showered, and changed into something casual, jeans, and a T-shirt. The words to Deep Purple’s Speed King ran through her brain, something about being paid and blowing it all on Saturday night; the words escaped her. Okay, it was not Saturday, and as an accountant, she was going to save. But I can spend some, she...

In the past, I had always found this day to be a disappointment in one way or another. The day is too commercial, but there never seems to be anything romantic left in the constant bombardment of things to get the one you love. Perhaps going simple should suffice; maybe this will be a memorable one. Who knows? I decided it would be simple, a romantic meal for two, home-cooked, and see what follows. Of course, there will b...

The drive was uneventful; the usual roadworks abounded along a well-worn route, and being stuck behind the tractor was not an uncommon thing either. Would today be a better-than-normal Sunday? I doubted it; it had not been an exciting day, Sunday or otherwise, for many months, or is that years? Where is this preamble going, my reader asks? I have no idea either! I digress. I was driving, taking the car out for a much-need...

Dinner was cooking in the oven on a Sunday morning. Sylvie had prepared a wonderful meal for us, our first. I rode over to her place, leaving at about 11 am and arriving about an hour later. I parked up, locked the bike, and rang the doorbell. Sylvie duly arrived and opened the door – she had barely had time to say “Hi, honey” when I scooped her into my arms and gave her a big romantic kiss on her lips. One of my hands ra...

Sunday morning was bright and sunny, the birds were singing, and everything was all right with the world. Breakfast was the usual fayre—toast and cereal. I was trying to decide what I was going to do today; I had no lessons and after a long week; I needed a form of release. I had not seen you for over a week and would not for another. Work was getting in the way of our fledgling relationship. It had started only a month a...