What’s for dinner, a plate of liver and a nice glass of Chianti?
Didn’t know you were into S & M Where’s you handcuffs?
The acerbic, taunting, hurtful comments just kept on coming, each one of them slicing into my heart like a knife through butter. And why was I being subjected to this vile abuse, you might ask? Just because we were supposed to be going on holiday with friends and they were threatening to leave me home alone while they jetted off to the sun… and the fact I’d just walked into the room looking like a deranged psychopath with my face concealed under Hannibal Lector’s mask?Continue reading Silence of the Lambs