There is none more supportive of me than my partner, and though I rage at him a lot, he is always willing to listen. He is one of the kindest men I have ever met – I seem to be socially drawn to the kind – and he cares for me more than needs saying, more than can be said.
These roses he gave me for Valentine’s Day, but, like most fragile flowers in a heavy-air environment, they only lasted a couple of weeks.
I don’t mind. You see here the flowers before I dried them, as they began to blacken. I decided to be arty (!) and took this photo through the bouquet decorator, made of wicker, and which now hangs from my radiator.
Alexandrina Brant 