Chapter Two
There’s Single Guy who lives opposite who’s really cute, but he doesn’t set my pulse racing.
Old Guy next door to him always makes me laugh when he goes to the shops with his shirt tucked into the 2 inches of underpants that show above the waistband of his trousers.
Lycra Guy who cycles past my window every morning can’t have many friends or surely someone would tell him that he shouldn’t wear luminous lycra cycling shorts with his physique.
There are the kids who always stare at my house suspiciously. They know someone lives here, they meet my floozy of a cat, Copper, as they walk past but they never see me. I know there are rumours about me and I laugh at the bogey man status I seem to be earning -- I disconnect my doorbell at Halloween!
And then there’s Her. I never had
