“over the chatter of the busy London pub. The Irish theme bar was heaving with twenty- and thirty-somethings – mostly city workers… — Paul Pilkington Copy Share Image
“Em, it’s Will. Where the hell is that fiancé of yours? He didn’t turn up at the meeting place, and he’s not… — Paul Pilkington Copy Share Image
“Sorry about that,’ she said, stepping out onto the crowded pavement – the heat wave that had baked the country for the… — Paul Pilkington Heat Copy Share Image
“and, finally, the London Eye and Westminster. The sky was deep blue and the sun’s heat intense, so the cooling river breeze… — Paul Pilkington Copy Share Image
“you don’t choose who you fall in love with. You just go along with the ride and see where it takes you.… — Paul Pilkington Copy Share Image
“Em, it’s Will. Where the hell is that fiancé of yours? He didn’t turn up at the meeting place, and he’s not… — Paul Pilkington Copy Share Image
