Saturday, 15 May 2010


The day Mum and Dad became engaged he went to the florist to buy roses. Spring was too early for roses in Darnal. He spent the saved 'rose' money on narcissi, he came away with both arms full. Walking up Vine Road people asked after 'our Joyce' thinking she was poorly. When he arrived she was not impressed, but I always found it a romantic story.

For the weekend of their Ruby Wedding anniversary we surprised them both by hiring a house in the Lake District, where the daffodil receives due homage every spring. We bought them a basket full. Dad finally came up with the goods, a single red rose and a ruby ring, which Emma now wears on her middle finger.

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