Housemates
We were enjoying a lazy Sunday morning of cuddles in bed when there was a knock at the door.The story I’m about to tell to place nearly forty years ago. At the time, I was living in a shared house with three other people. One of my housemates was a good friend, a tall Welshman called Ned with red hair. We all shared in the house running and often eat together, cooking communal meals. As close friends, sharing seemed natural though I didn’t at that time see how far that might go! My girlfriend of the time was at...