89, Halifax
Cuddling up to my man, I planted a kiss on his smooth forehead. ‘Goodnight, Tom,’ I said, sinking into my pillow.
My man was the strong, silent type so I didn’t mind that he didn’t reply
Instead, I nodded off, feeling like the luckiest girl in the world.
Because every night I shared a bedroom with Sir Tom Jones.
Well, a cardboard cut-out of him.
But it was the closest I’d get to bedding my dream man so