By Rebecca Goldthorpe
She thought things came in threes, but had been proven wrong today.
Lottie had pushed the boat out this time. Phil, was The One and she felt confident.
She’d worn her nightdress inside out for a whole week. Rubbed the headboard with lemon peel. Placed herbs in her shoes and daisies under her pillow for luck.
So why did he arrive a day early?
Her hair greasy. Face pack mid application. The shock caused her well rehearsed lines to dry up.
So now, she must just remember him as the hot plumber, who always carried a smile and spanner for her.
Lovely story made me laugh!
Many thanks Victoria. I’m really pleased you enjoyed it!
Such a sweet little story. Put a smile on my face. Well done!
Ahh, thank you very much Firdaus. I’m very pleased you enjoyed it.
I loved it; made me smile
That’s reaction I was hoping for Lou! Excellent. Thank you
The plumber who has a wench in every village?
Very witty! Yes, could be Rikki.
What a charmer of a story. I was left wanting more! Happy first venture!
That is praise indeed Tricia. Thanks so much. I have many more up my sleeve too!