I’m sat in bed writing this, and it feels deliciously decadent. As long as we ignore the fact my bed is the least practical for anything but sleeping or having sex. It’s one of those old fashioned iron ones where leaning against the headboard is painful at worst, uncomfortable at best. So I’ve propped myself up with a multitude of pillows (Ben’s not her…
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