My parents came over last week, this post is all theirs:

My mum and my bad sunglasses: two very important assets in my life.

Kissing Kingfish

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‘I just don’t want you to go crazy, you know? Living in an island, detached from everything, takes its toll on you.’

‘Ha! Dad, I survived three years in Hull, I can survive anything.’

‘You survived?’ He asked, skeptical eyebrows raised.

‘You did your time,’ my mother said, ‘but I think it did some damage. You didn’t come out unscathed - or unchanged.’