She signed the letter, ‘All yours, Babooshka’. Little did I know that Babooshka wasn’t, in fact, my wife trying to catch my infidelity (thanks for nothing, Kate Bush), but a gorgeous East European minx looking for no-strings love and a place to rest her tired head every now and again. If only I’d realised when I replied with a parcel of my smalls and a request to use non-bio (I have very sensitive skin). The bad luck fairy sits permanently on the shoulders of male dufus (38) at box no. 08/07
Very entertaining, almost more so than their erudite reviews.
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