Melissa Kite Melissa Kite

Real life | 10 March 2012

Just three months into our relationship, the builder boyfriend overwhelmed me with some serious romance.

He took me to B&Q for new kitchen units. I was breathless with excitement as we drove to New Malden in his pick-up truck. That’s right. My new boyfriend is so butch he has a Mitsubishi L200. Be still my beating heart.

He is also so butch he does home improvements without me even noticing. We were walking down the street one day with the spaniel, for example, when we passed a load of furniture piled up outside someone’s house with a note saying that if anyone wanted any of it they could help themselves. Without stopping, he scooped up a solid pine utensil rack with his little finger.

By the time I had taken off the dog’s lead and come into the kitchen he had fitted it on the wall in the perfect spot and arranged utensils on it.

‘That’s insane,’ I said, staring at him with wild eyes. ‘Don’t you like it?’ ‘No, I love it. It’s just…how did you…I mean…you just…’

When I left him in the house for two hours while I went out to a meeting the results were extraordinary. I came back and didn’t recognise where I lived. He hadn’t just done the front garden, he’d landscaped it. The bushes were topiaried into perfect little boxes and ball shapes.

I found him hard at work in the back garden, which he had made three times bigger than I remembered by undertaking major tree surgery. The spaniel was leaping around him in joyous abandon as branches flew everywhere.

He waved away my spluttering protestations of gratitude and amazement, saying, ‘It was a mess out here. I’ve taken most of the stuff to the tip but we’ll need to do another trip.

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