Nipping into a sandwich shop, I looked at the choices behind the counter.
It was August 2001 and on my lunch break from my office-cleaner job I was looking forward to wolfing down a sarnie and getting off my feet for a short while.
Only, as I walked outside to enjoy my food, I noticed a handsome bloke wearing a smart shirt and trousers on a scooter.
Catching my eye, he grinned.
‘I’m Keith,’ he said.
‘Lisa,’ I replied.
As we chatted away he told me about his job as a civil servant.
He was a little older than me at 45, but that
