Getting ready for a night of dancing, it wasn’t long before I heard a car horn.
Dashing outside, one of my best friends Dianne was ready for a night out.
‘I’ve been saying that we should go dancing,’ she laughed. ‘Plus, there’s this Scotsman. He’s been going through things, and I think you’d like him.’
In my late 40s and being separated at the time, as well as being a primary school teacher, it did seem that life was all work and no play…
‘That’s the guy I’ve been telling you about, his name is Dave,’ Dianne nudged as soon as we got to the social club Spice in Nottingham.
But my first impression wasn’t what I expected – he made no approaches at all!
It wasn’t until dinner that Dave came and sat at
