2007, Ewan is thirty-seven, he still lives in Scotland (Perth) and he owns his own florists on the high street.

Ewan also happens to be your neighbour…

You are a beautiful woman, late twenties and a single mother of a beautiful little girl, she’s four now, You live in a small terraced house, it’s homely and big enough for the two of you anyways.

You and Ewan’s paths would cross quite frequently wether than was on the high street, when you’d arrive home at the same time or even when you’d pick your daughter up from school because it turns out Ewan works part time at your daughters primary school helping out with the gardens.

You would laugh as your daughter sits on the carpeted steps after school as you help her untie her shoes and she’d tell you all about how ‘mummy mr McGregor helped me plant the pansies today!’ And you’d spur her on asking all sorts of questions.

You also found yourself battling butterflies in your abdomen when you’d cross paths in your shared driveway, only parted by flower patches and your daughter would happily wave at him, he would wave back and then look at you with those beautiful blue eyes… how was a man like that single?