Actually, Keats figures a little in my story. When I was 18 I fell in love with a girl at college. She was dating, I don’t think I was clear enough about my feelings. I bought her a book of Keats poems because he was her favourite. It cost me all of my week’s spending money.
A quarter of a century later, we found each other again through Friends Reunited. The first thing she said when we met was, ‘Haven’t you grown up?’
The second thing she said was, ‘I’ve still got the Keats book. And the poem you wrote in it.’
She’s now my wife.