bleeping tragic. I thought my getting together with my husband was a cringey
he responded to a cell fire we had in prison years ago, I thought "FIT" so I was hovering around whilst they were seeing to the fire, trying to let him see I was a right catch obviously, he didn't say much to me because he's shy and then I saw him on a night out that very weekend and he approached me, I was wrecked on red wine, and he said "weren't you on the wing I went to recently to put out a cell fire?" After a few drinks together, I threw up on his shoes and he had to tell my friend to take me home. He got my number from my friend and text me the following day saying "you owe me a new pair of shoes, or a drink would do?" The rest is history. He should have asked me to go to Home Bargains instead, we'd have been having a quickie in the seasonal aisle!