My hair was sort of flying about haphazardly during the ‘in air’ time, and flopping back down stupidly when it was in her hands... I’d honestly never realised what a mess it was until I actually saw Jan playing with it.

 

'I love you's 4-6
 
 
 

I gave up trying to understand the female race after that one argument (which apparently wasn’t an argument) when Jan had ended up yelling  and Rose  told me to keep my ‘oversized glasses-perch out of her business’ then they’d had a slight cat fight.

And James had arrived with popcorn.

I love you's 10-12
 

...Just in case someone walked in and found me sitting there, noming on a treacle tart with only a bra for company.

I love you, number 16
 

“I don’t know where to put my hands!”
A whole lotta lovin' - I love you's 17 - 50
 
 
 

And people say romance is dead.
 

 “Hi Jan,” He said, nodding up to where I was knelt in only my boxers (and socks), with talcum powder all over my face, holding a singing tie and a brown suit jacket.
 
 

 “Just because,” Jan said, pausing to cough into her arm, “you’re a great big woman who can’t hand a,” Jan sneezed, “little cold, doesn’t mean I’m going to succumb to you levels of wuss.”