Romantic Interlude

Our resort is very romantic. You can swing in hammocks under the palms, dine on the beach between tiki torches an night, sit round a bonfire while a guitarist strums - you get the picture.
Trouble is romance cannot be enforced. Candlelit dinners for two are all very well, but romance is a state of mind.
To me, romance is travelling to Singapore to find all your favourite love songs are being played everywhere you go (even the really obscure ones).
It's celebrating 25 years of marriage with fish and chips on an Australian beach.
It's being awoken at night by a fantastic firework display outside your 17th floor hotel window.
It's also finding out your husband has self published your blog as a book, painstakingly formatting every page himself without your knowledge.
Unfortunately, romance is not pretending to your wife you have booked a candlelit dinner under the stars with a private musician, when the truth is the entire hotel eats on the beach that night.
It's also not staying up all night trying to fix a virus on her laptop.
But knowing this wife, perhaps it is.......