Ecco tua figlia!’ I exclaim as my Mum picks up the phone on the other end of the line. She doesn’t speak a word of Italian, bless her, but hopefully it won’t take her too long to work out that it’s me, her long lost daughter, calling at last. ‘Sweetheart, how are you? We h...
The circumstances in which she and Mark had come together were somewhat unconventional, so it was inevitable that she would feel a little strange about this situation, even though it was the natural next step. It wasn’t like she had stolen Mark from her best friend, instead she had been there to...