I listened as two men tried to talk while giving nothing away.

Leaving the supermarket, I took refuge in a bus shelter where a man and a woman were already waiting. Neither was pretty, neither was young.

But I heard him say how much he loved her, how much he was going to miss her...

As the bus approached, she had to gently usher him towards it, blowing him a kiss.

They were both in their autumnal years, but it was like watching puppy-love. And it was incredibly touching. Perhaps because they weren’t young. Perhaps because they looked like life had been hard.

He may not have been used to expressing his feelings. He may not have been much good at it. But he gave it a really good try.

I’d been planning on writing about how hopeless men were when it came to communicating, but after that I thought: “Go with the love!”