Thunderstorms rarely appear without warning. Quite often you feel it in the air before they hit. There’s a slight change in the atmosphere, the clouds morph from fluffy white to voluminous and grey, then the downpour ensues. Three and a half weeks ago, the storm hit. And I’m soaked. All 50 shades of the grey…

The Vegan. This shall be his name. I’m assuming no further explanation is required, right? After all my previous attempts to meet someone different and new, I (re)connected with a guy who I’ve known of (as in, know but don’t quite ‘know’, you know?) for about 23 years. Twenty-three years! At a guess, the last…