Your day was horrible. It started with a run around town doing your checks, and finished with a Manager Meeting when the same old shit was discussed. But the middle bit, the bit where you drove as far as Fareham only to get a call…
“Another glass?”, Oliver asked the young woman curled up on his sofa, wrapped in the warmth of the fleece blanket that only ever seems to get used when she is around. “Thank you” came the positive, yet delicate response, and the empty glass was raised.…
