There’s a whole week’s worth of educational adult reading there and in the little suggested boxes. There’s a bloke here in the village, utterly unassuming and respectable, who has the full on playroom, complete with an eye-watering array of BDSM “toys” that he nonchalantly exhibited to a friend and I. A late relative of his had been her patient and she had gone round to “tie up some loose ends,” but thought him a bit creepy so asked me to accompany her.
I met him a few weeks back in the forecourt of our Tesco filling station. Quite surreal discussing the weather and enquiring how my friend was doing now she’d retired. Felt like asking if he was still hanging up people by the breasts or electrocuting bollocks of a weekend.