Well, hooray if you have someone around, and who remembers it, right? Here’s a man who has. His name is Luis Alberto (my best Cuban friend) and this evening he’ll be skipping round to his partners place to deliver this rose, a self-penned poem and a big kiss to go with it. The rose cost 20 pesos in local money (which is around 80 pence) so his beloved – Roberto – only gets treated to this once a year. On birthdays there might be chocolate or the invitation to a simple meal out. Someone once wryly commented that a revolution is not a bed of roses, but the great American golfer, Ben Hogan, also reminded us that:
“As you walk down the fairway of life you must smell the roses, for you only get to play one round”.