The better man?

I’ve ordered some flowers to be delivered to Philippa at work tomorrow. The card inside says “Sorry” even though I have no idea what I’m apologising for.
It’s Ted’s fault. We had a chat tonight. Well - he sat there quietly while I offloaded all my woes about it, then he said “Why don’t you send her some flowers?”
I said “Because right now I can’t stand the moody bitch. The last thing I want to do is be nice to her”
Ted said “Man up, Rory. Nothing’s changed about the way you feel. This is just a blip, and one of you has to be the grown-up and get over it first. Remind her what she means to you. Show her you still love her and that you’re not going to let this silly argument go on and cause more damage. And do it now, before something else gets said and things get worse and start to fester.”
I think he’s probably right.
And at thirty-five quid for a bouquet of flowers, he’d better be.

RC 28-2-12