I will always remember my first taste of champagne. I was on a first date with an introverted and hesitant man who ended up being a pathetic excuse of a first husband. Trying to impress me, he’d optimistically taken me to the most up-market restaurant he knew. As the waiter poured my first glass, I … Continue reading My first taste of champagne
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She loves me….
She gently grabs my face in her warm clammy hands and tells me she loves me. I, of course, know this. She stands back to take in my proud stature, tilts her head to one side in admiration and then plants a gentle kiss on the top of my head. She is enamoured with me, … Continue reading She loves me….
Another beer love?
“Grab us another beer love.” I hear from across the small cramped living room of our flat, along with my boyfriend proving his current can is empty by tapping it in my direction. I look up from the novel I was immersed in and take in the figure sprawled out lazily across the sofa, half … Continue reading Another beer love?
Armed with a pen and notebook 