It’s the online dating malarkey that was to blame. I mean, all Tasha wanted to do was to meet someone sane. But as you’re probably aware, online dating sites are the preserve of anything but. And Kiltman took the biscuit...well...ended up deleted, cos there he was in his introductory photo proudly stood by railings in the brisk breeze of a spring morn, knees on show and soft as plums.
DELETE! DELETE! DELETE!
She yelled.
