Love shows itself in many ways. Some of them are strange.
A friend mentioned on Facebook this week that he was disconcerted to note that his girlfriend had suddenly and inexplicably abandoned her decade-long habit of having a wafer biscuit with her coffee and taken up with a cream cracker.
He was troubled. Was this taste for new adventures a sign of a deeper malaise? Meanwhile, his partner's friends told her how envious they were of her watchful, caring man.
"Gareth never noticed my move from a TUC to a Ritz" said one forlornly. How do I love thee? Let me count the crackers.