A bouquet of roses was presented today. I put his vase over the TV at home. The husband came from work, splashed onto the couch, turned on the football and sat on the dinner. He did not even notice the bouquet, and I go home and think, now he is tormented by interrogations, suspicions, and he is at least hone. I asked him, and if I had come home in a new coat he would not have noticed either. On what he said he would notice, because it is summer.