I went back to the Marks & Spencer Mall today to find out what kind of hanky-panky goes on in the romantic room, which is so publicly advertised on the sign at the front of the mall.

I’m sorry to say that we will never know what happened in the romantic room, my friends, because as so often happens in romance, the actuality was far, far less than expected.

I found the store towards the back of the mall:

But inside were only a few stray wires and a dustball or two:

The reflection you see is the children’s clothing store, doing a bustling business across the hall from the Romantic Room.  Isn’t that always the way? Children arrive and Romance goes right the hell out of business.