Wednesday, 1 August 2012


Now there's a word you don't know eh?
Actually I didn't know it and nor did various bookish friends inc Mark.
I was looking up something about the psychology of love, as part of a paragraph in my book, and found this word. It actually means the state of euphoria and what we consider 'falling in love' when you meet someone . . .hot, so to speak, or actually beyond hot: you might feel moved to write poetry, send locks of hair/red roses etc—remember that time in the lecture room Mark . . .
Apparently it is gauged to last about six months: then the offensive socks, annoying whistling in the bathroom stuff kicks in. Either it can blossom into true lasting love at this point, or withers away into intolerance and looking at other hot people.
Anyway, I think it's a beautiful word and am happy to have made it's acquaintance, even though I am married.
I thought this totally voluptuous flower says it all. I was seduced by it's dessert plate sized flowers when in the garden centre buying something mundane. It is a distillation of every heaving bosom moment from every Barbara Cartland novel, not that I've read any . . .

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