Date 3. Ollie got himself a little bit overexcited, had too much to drink and I had to walk him, a little on the old staggering side, back to my house.
Didn't really want him staying, I couldn't just put him in a taxi. Wouldn't be safe. So, on the sofa with a quilt. Think he slept like a log.
Woke him up early this am so that he could get himself home, shower and ready for work. Made him a cup of tea too.
All throughout he said he was sorry.
Yeah...whatever.
Anyways, I went back to bed for a little while then got up and got on with my day.
Knock on the door....Flowers...
..and a message that read "Sorry for getting so steamed. Thanks for getting me home and looking after me. You're 1 in a million, flic. Ol xx"
