I stuck a letter through a postbox declaring my unwavering love. Today I gaze outside at the predictable grand English weather and shake my head ryely:-). Candy. Candy. Candy. I chide myself with a grin. You silly goose. Whatever were you thinking? And whatever were you doing? Chasing love my dear. I reply. Chasing love. And I’d do it again in a heartbeat. The incurable romantic in me:-). So what if it’s cold and grey and wet outside? It’s England I say romantically. and alittle bit of cold and wet and grey is alright by me!