Introducing James

It was so like James. Muddy feet on the bedcovers, talking enthusiastically to the taxi-driver about rugby, snoring like a horse after a glass of wine or two and stealing all the duvet in his sleep; that was James. This was the reality of living with him, there was no romance in his soul! MistletoeContinue reading “Introducing James”

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