HUNK OF LOVE
Pouring steaming gravy over crispy roast potatoes, my mouth watered. ‘This looks delicious,’ I smiled to my girlfriend Amy, 23. ‘You’ve really outdone yourself this time.’
It was November 2017, and Amy had been slaving away in the kitchen all day, whipping up a spectacular Sunday roast for the pair of us.
‘So how was the game?’ she asked, plunging her fork into a juicy carrot.
‘Really good,’ I smiled, my mouth full.
That morning, I’d been at rugby practice.
I loved my big Sunday roasts
A group of us lads would get together twice a week for a game, and it was a great way to blow off
