‘You’re meant to be having your dental appointment now!’ barked the receptionist, bringing my lie-in to an abrupt end.
Very unusually, I had left the builder boyfriend to do the horses on his way to work and I was lounging about in bed. Coffee at the luxurious hour of 9 a.m.,
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