Late night love

It’s late when I get home, smelling of woodsmoke and red wine. I slip my shoes off in the hall and drop my keys into the pot. The house is dark, except for the glow of the lamp he has left on along the landing. I hastily clean my teeth and strip off, wiping off … Continue reading Late night love

Sweat, thighs and physio tape

As with every new relationship, we began to learn each other’s habits. Our hobbies and idiosyncrasies, our likes and dislikes. He likes coffee, preferably a latte - which he pronounces with a hard A in such a way it reminds me of Yorkshire, and of home. He likes to read The Times, and sends me … Continue reading Sweat, thighs and physio tape