sipping my drink, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling of the sun on my face.
‘This is the life,’ I said to my best mate Becky*.
She was hosting a summer BBQ back in July 2010, and as the afternoon wore on, the party ramped up. Then a bloke walked in.
Opening a beer and cracking jokes, he was the life and soul of the party – people gravitated towards him.
I recognised Carl Tymon – he was local, and I’d seen him around. But I didn’t really know him.
He had a bit of a bad reputation, and he was known as a ‘Jack the lad’, but I didn’t see him like that.
Carl was charming – I fell head over heels for him
When he came over and introduced himself, I felt an instant spark – he was charming, and easy on the
