Grate memory

His tattoo was most intimate, most painful in its creation and most specific... ‘Donna, my True Love’

True love never runs smooth, and his love for Donna turned rough and she ran off. What didn’t run off, or wash off, was the memory.

His new love Charlotte was instantly ‘The love of my life’. She was ‘something else!’ That ‘something else’ turned out to be insanely jealous.

Wet dreams are wicked things, and boys rising to greet them really shouldn’t talk in their sleep... and really should hide the cheese grater.

Time won’t heal and neither, it seems, will he.