This is my new "pash", Alfred. He is so romantic, and a whizz with absolutely everything....
Well, almost everything. Bit reticent in the bedroom and all that. So......
er .... this is Fred, my sort of other pash
er .... this is Fred, my sort of other pash
who is not unforthcoming by any means....
As I lie there, crushed in his short arms, I try to ignore his dodgy dress sense and not think about that spooky crowd he mixes with:
Nor to yearn for Alfred to be in Fred's place......
Oh, what to do.... what to do....sigh
What should poor Lav do? Should she ditch that soppy Alfred and become a sex machine with Fred? Or should she give Fred the big E...... ? Answers on a postcard please. Meanwhile, watch this space for the next blog entry...