A collective squeal rang out in the office as yet another huge bouquet arrived at my desk. "You're so lucky!" one of my colleagues sighed. I couldn't argue with her.
To say my new boyfriend, Mark, was romantic was an understatement. When I'd met him six months earlier, my life had been in turmoil. I'd suffered two massive bereavements in a short amount of time. I'd fallen pregnant after an ill-fated fling and had endured a painful termination. Then, I'd been made redundant from my job in the media - just weeks before Christmas.