Becky has been faffing around quietly in the living room for a couple of hours while I’ve been lying in bed, feeling sorry for myself and being a bit poorly. After a while I sort of forgot that she was here and stopped to listen outside the door. There wasn’t a sound.

As I lay in bed, and with all the might of my hideous voice, I sang ‘Baby love, my baby love…’, and literally within less than a second, she flung the door open and burst into the room, singing ‘I need you, oh how I need you!’, before leaping into bed.

Beat that for an entrance.

Join the conversation! 3 Comments

  1. You’re an incurable romantic….I’m not so sure about the tetanus.

  2. even if this was total b*****ks, I like the idea…


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Felix is a guy who isn't actually a writer, but calls himself one when he wants to try to impress gullible people.


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