GRAVE WARNING
Sitting in the pub with my daughter Emily, 21, I sipped my drink and chatted away. It was her leaving do with friends as she was moving away from our home in Bournemouth, Dorset, to London to live with her boyfriend.
My youngest daughter Mollie, 15, was spending the night at her dad’s house.
‘Can I buy you a drink?’ a handsome stranger asked, as he walked up to me in the pub.
‘Go on then,’ I smiled.
‘I’ll have a glass of white wine.’
I’d clocked the good-looking chap sat at the table nearby and was thrilled when he strolled up to me and struck up a conversation.
He told me his name was Ryan Pitman and he was
