Knock at the door
DearGayesieWell! You'll never guess what I've been up to - forgive me for not phoning, but Idon't want my mother to overhear our conversation!At the beginning of the week, I was sitting down watching the telly as usual - Patrickwas upstairs in the shower, so that meant I had most of the evening to myself! - whenthere was a knock at the door. I jumped up and opened it, and standing there was thistall, dark-haired man, in his late twenties, I guess. And was he handsome I thoughtI'd walked into...