The house opposite me has been sold. Previously owned by a rather private man on his own...
I would like a poet with floppy hair, but a builder's body. I want him to be of course single - but a single parent would be lovely, with a lovely teenage boy for my daughter.
My daughter is not so optimistic...'It will be two ugly old men, mum. You know our luck.'
I can dream. Romance without effort. No travel. Convenient.
Lazy, much? I also sound like a bad short story in Woman's Wotsit....