I met my future husband when I was eighteen. I only had two previous boyfriends and I finished with both of them. On and off for fifty years I've thought that I could have been kinder. I finished with one because College 'friends' teased me that he was fat. I stood up a boy that I really liked because my best friend said she missed us going out together and talked me into finishing with him. I've felt the guilt ever since because he took two buses to my home (no telephone then) as he was worried that I was ill. They've probably both forgotten me though!
A famous matador gored by bull!
I am procrastinating and need to stop!
Washed towels in the sun and now like sandpaper.
Mandelson failed security vetting. Starmer says he didn’t know




