When we first moved from Liverpool, we were on Appleton Park. When I first got married, we lived in Great Sankey for a few years until I could afford to move us to Stocky . When I got divorced, I couldn't afford it any more, so moved to the closest affordable area, which is where I am now. #lifestory
I'd not seen Rachel for 3 weeks until last night. The last time I saw her at the Cheese, it was the day before my eldest returned from Dubai. So I told her she'd have to come in and meet her on the Saturday. She said she'd try. She didn't some in before we had to leave. She then went on holiday with Les, her platonic 73 year old friend, who really is a lovely bloke. I was walking back from the pub last night and I heard someone shout Andrew, so I looked up and saw her. No-one else in Latchford calls me that, bar the unit. She did go in on the Saturday to meet us, but we'd already left. She said she'd had a great holiday, but missed me I thought it'd died a death, but she's going to try and get in this weekend even though she's skint. She did walk over and give me a kiss on the gob. Hope springs eternal
I'm sure mine are the only posts you read all the way through just in case there's a typo. ****ing OCD
I need more mate. Age, grid description, tit size, you get the drift. I need a mental picture of this woman to keep the storyline real