An 89-year-old man at the retirement home got down on one knee and asked me to marry him

gap in my answer and worked out, in eleven seconds, everything that four months of sympathetic enquiry had not got anywhere near.

She is doing her nursing training now. I wrote her a reference in the June and I put that story in it, and she rang me and said she was not sure it was the sort of thing you put in a reference.

I said it is exactly the sort of thing.

And the last thing.

I had two things in my bag at that cemetery on the seventeenth of March.

The reading, folded in four.

And a dark green container about the size of a biscuit tin, which had been in a cupboard in my back bedroom for fourteen months.

I did not plan it as a gesture. I want that on the record, because when I told my sister she assumed it had been the plan