THE BOMBSHEL
Taking off my coat, I sat back and let out a deep sigh.
‘Fancy a glass of red?’ my friend Kristen, 37, asked from the bar.
I’d headed to the pub after a long day, needing a girly catchup with my best friend.
Kristen brought over a bottle for us to share, and we delved into normal love-life chatter.
‘Anyone new on the scene?’ she asked.
‘Oh you know, nothing much going on with me!’ I replied.
It was April 2011, and I’d just turned 25.
