I’ve always hated Tuesday’s, the most depressing day of the week if you ask me, you didn’t, well I better get on with the story then.
First a little background because it’s very important, as I feel like the luckiest man alive. I am 50, I don’t feel it and thank god,(and also because I workout and run) don’t look it. I am married to a wonderful and very sexy 42 year old, she is from a wonderful group of islands somewhere in the Pacific which is where we live. We met 12 years ago while both working in the U.S. (I am British). Our first date ended up in a strip club in San Francisco where she got me to pay for her to have a private dance with a stripper, whom she got very handsy with. Straight away I realised she was a keeper.