That’s SNORE like it!
Helping my friend out at a local food fayre, I stood at her stall selling pasties.
‘How are you doing? I smiled at a gentleman, as he handed me a pasty.
Good thanks,’ he beamed. I waved him off and carried on chatting to people.
Then suddenly, he turned back around.
Can I leave you my number?’ he asked. ‘It would be great to go out sometime.’
Sure!’ I said. That was four years ago, and the moment I met my partner
Mike, now 53, – over a pasty.
He stopped
