The aftermath of ‘the National Trust meltdown’

When I was driving us home from our troubled weekend away, occasionally Andrew kissed my shoulder. “Ah, that’s nice. What was that for?” I asked. “Because you’re brilliant,” he replied. When we got back to mine, he stayed for half an hour or so, then went back to his place. Things seemed slightly less easy…

Where the hell do I find these people?

Arghhhhh I don’t think it’s going to work with the Great Scot. We had our 6th date this week. These are the preceding events: our 5th date started amazingly, but then went a bit weird we had a nice text chat the next day: then it got weird: “I can’t write it or say it…