Will I ever forget that pink little dress flirting around my knees in the Camps Bay Beach wind? No never. It was just a dress. I didn't think it was outstanding in any way. My husband was walking slightly behind me. His head looking into the sand. He was cross. So very cross. But hrummmpppffff I was even more cross. We had argued the night before so no sex. He hated that. Just as I had driven the car furiously to the beac...