Just received this email from Anna, who’s still waking up in London and probably not had her tea yet. When we started dating, we made sure to tell each other our dirty secrets and all the things we were ashamed of in our lives, as a ‘full-disclosure’ gesture. No secrets, you know? Nothing to hide.

Ahem. She failed, however, to disclose this bit of severe shame (see the image above), and I don’t know….it really could change everything for me*. I might just have to sleep on this one, and have a good, hard think about where to go from here. Sorry, Anna.

*Actually, I’m keeping this girl. Don’t you worry.