HEART BREAKER!

Looking at my boyfriend Maurice down on one knee, I sighed.

‘I’ve told you before,’ I said. ‘No!’

‘Go on, Jo,’ he said. ‘Please marry me.’

‘I prefer being your mistress,’ I joked.

Mo and I had been together for 38 years, after meeting through a dating agency.

I’d been signed up for a while, and I’d never had any luck with it.

But I was Mo’s first date, and we hit it off straight away.

We had a lot in common, and the conversation between us flowed