For grumpy people, like us, things that are supposed to make us universally, unreservedly happy have a habit of making us very grumpy indeed. Like romance: the whole boy meets girl business, yes ok if you're in the first flush of youth or you're newly in lurve, then the dating game is a wonderful thing, but for the rest of us, just the word romance sets us off on a string of grumpy thoughts. Some days the whole world seems to be canoodling in luvvy duvvy paradise, when the truth is most of us have a limited amount of success with the whole business. Or could it be that the process of finding someone nice to date is so hideous, so difficult that once we've found a partner we stick together in twos like glue.