And now I have to go and have dinner with the guy whose guts I have spent the last 11 years loving.
So forgive me. I'll do it in the morning. Maybe with a hangover. Dedication.
I’m Angie! I mum. I write. I wife. My husband would say this is the correct order. He’s so neeeedy. I live with my family in Melbourne, Australia, where I complain about the weather for 90% of the year – but I can’t imagine living anywhere else. Except maybe in Lake Como, waving to my neighbours George and Amal each morning.