It’s Tilly’s red polka dot dress that does for me. The colour is almost like blood against her skin. The fabric the…
I’m not intentionally looking to cause my husband, Henry, grief by talking to the wrong guy at his work’s…
I don’t know on what planet I thought I could do this.
“Him?” I say as my wife, Rebecca, follows the line of my finger towards a scruffy-looking waiter.
“We need to nip next door,” my husband, Gene, says as he hands me a pineapple.