In an article which appeared in last week’s edition of Best magazine, I was invited to say why romance still matters. I didn’t write about extravagant sweeping gestures – it isn’t as if my path has exactly been strewn with rose petals – but about small ways in which romance helps to keep those all-important lines of communication open. The relationships in my novel Move Over Darling founder when couples won’t or can’t talk to each other.
‘Lovely! Just give me a few personal anecdotes, will you?’ said the features editor giving me an example which would have had my children blushing. After doing the mental equivalent of chewing my pencil, I came up with a few illustrations of successful romantic gestures and one, involving an accidental incident of public nudity on my part, that was less well executed. ‘A photo of you and your husband would be nice too,’ said the editor. Gulp!
Despite my trepidation, people in my local supermarket did not point and stare when I went in to buy my copy of Best. My daughters thought the article was great – though my youngest couldn’t resist an ‘Ooh-er, a bit saucy, Mum,’– and my husband tells me I can no longer complain about him as it states in a national magazine that he is Officially Romantic.
So…which romantic gestures would you dare to bare?