Last night I had a date; a proper one. The kind where you talk and laugh all night – where everything is just easy and light hearted; the kind where you walk away at the end of the evening feeling like a giggling twelve year old who’d just experienced her very first kiss.
Truth be told, I wasn’t much looking forward to this particular date (and believe me, I’d been on a fair few these past couple of weeks). For a start I was ill. My nose was blocked. My eyes leaked more than a Thames Water pipe and my voice had more rasps than a berry.
I felt about as attractive as an old bra. Oh wait no, that’s just what I had on underneath.