I could tell that he was a little nervous as he set off, as his voice had a very pronounced squeak about it.
However, as charming and as gracious as Tallulah was, as I suspected, and tried to prepare Nigel for, a lady of Tallulah’s pedigree and calibre was bound to have made arrangements with “another” on Valentine’s Day.
“Oh mahhhh dear, sweet Nigel, Ahhhh I am sooooooo soooooooo very sorry” she breathlessly whispered in her soft honeyed tones ….
“ Ahhhh would soooooooo have loved to partake in fish fingers, chips and peas at your dear sweet abode, for it surely is my most favourite repast, but Ahhhh am already promised to have supper by candle lit with my affianced, Malcolm!” …….
And then gently, placed a velvety soft kiss on Nigel’s lips, and as she did so Nigel was enveloped in a most romantic waft of summer roses, of which he inhaled deeply, and then swooning everso slightly, gave Tallulah the chocolate heart and mini Malteser bunny he had been also clutching ………….. sighing philosophically that …….“Twas better to get lost in love, than to find love, and then get lost on the way home!” ??????