what is love?

Not the most romantic of days... my man is in Strangeways Prison.

Well, OK, not as an inmate exactly, but he's working there today.

I have red roses for only the second time in my life. Quite touched about that (though a basket of red wool would have been equally admired!)

...and judging by the meat that's been taken out of the freezer this morning it looks as though he's going to cook my favourite meal, Spag Bol. Now that's love.