So there's this chap at work. He's a nice lad, works in the reprographics department.
Anyhoo, him and the girlfriend decided to take the plunge and buy a place together. Contracts done, exchanged and all the biz, keys collected, time to move in.
They started the move on Friday, but didn't make that much progress as she was feeling a bit poorly and he had to do all the shifting.
He goes round her flat on Saturday, only to find her corpse. She'd died. Of what, nobody knows yet.
So the day that should have been one of the happiest of their lives - fucking Valentines Day no less - is now the saddest of his.
He'll never be able to enjoy Valentines Day ever again. It'll fucking ruin him.
How heartbreaking is that?
Anyhoo, him and the girlfriend decided to take the plunge and buy a place together. Contracts done, exchanged and all the biz, keys collected, time to move in.
They started the move on Friday, but didn't make that much progress as she was feeling a bit poorly and he had to do all the shifting.
He goes round her flat on Saturday, only to find her corpse. She'd died. Of what, nobody knows yet.
So the day that should have been one of the happiest of their lives - fucking Valentines Day no less - is now the saddest of his.
He'll never be able to enjoy Valentines Day ever again. It'll fucking ruin him.
How heartbreaking is that?
