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.
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