IT IS far from a typical scene in a high
street pub on a Tuesday night. Two
women dressed in their underwear
are standing in a paddling pool full of
jelly, sizing each other up.
HAVING never owned a dog, I
was surprised to find myself
hearing about more and
more singletons being taken
off the market after meeting
a fellow walker in the park.
I WAS walking through the park the other day with my
friend May when she stopped and saluted in the direction
of a distant bird, uttering the words "good afternoon,
Mr Magpie".
THE last snowboarder I met was a
tanned, blue-eyed Adonis. His
blonde curls adorably framed his
wide, beaming smile. It didn't
matter that he bored me to paralysis,
I was content to admire the view.
