You must be an Angel….

I can still see it now, walking back from a Sunday lunch at Paula’s and Clare’s in Redshank I received a text from Mr Murf.

We had all been to Tache night club the night before in Blackpool and from the content of Chris’ text he had not gone home alone.

“u must b an angel because you left your halo on my pillow”

Ah – the joy! Of all the people he could have mistakenly sent a text to he sent it to me… This was going to be fun.

“I’ve told you before, i’m a married woman” I text back.

he quickly replied  “Sorry, I didn’t mean to send that text to you”

“no shit Sherlock… u little devil!”

… Smooth