I remember as a boy of nine watching a television play. It concerned a business man who was under a lot of stress and decided to go to a "retreat" for a weekend. He arrives at a monastery which is run by monks who observe a vow of silence. He is reminded of this condition of his stay at the Monastery and shown inside to his room. After unpacking he goes down to the refectory where he sits on a rather spartan bench to eat his evening meal. There are other people who have come to get away from everyday life. The door opens and in walks the most beautiful girl he has ever seen. She sits opposite him and he smiles at her and is met with a demure smile in return. It is love at first sight. The play shows them walking hand in hand in the rose garden and going down to the cellars to watch the monks making Mead. At the same table where they first met he passes her a note. It is Sunday night and tomorrow the weekend's guests must leave. The note speak the words that the promise of silence has forbidden him to speak. "Can I wait for you tomorrow and take you home in my car?" Again the vision of loveliness nods demurely. The next morning sees the young man hurriedly packing and rushing downstairs to collect his expensive sports car which he drives to the main entrance of the monastery. He gets out and sits against the car anxiously looking at his watch. Eventually the door opens and his perfect beauty walk toward him. He walks to meet her and for the first time since they met they are able to speak. He stops, smiles and says "Hi" she looks up at him and in the broadest cockney accent says " Oi Hullo dux" his face resembles a balloon which has had it's knot untied. There is no thing as love at first sight. There is infatuation and attraction at first sight but not love. You love a person, a whole person not just the pretty face. It needs wisdom to realise this and to reqalise that you have to look for the right husband or wife, in the right way