He used to call me 'pet', buy me flowers, send me funny, sexy text messages and selfies of himself, fresh and steaming from the shower. I cooked his meals, bought his clothes and taught him the difference between fashion and style. Then the rows, the split. Now I'm a pest.

Sylvia’s Letter

When I bought a book in a charity shop I found a mysterious birthday collage inside the cover. Fijay from Blog On! and I decided we would both do our own versions of the story behind the message in the book. I bought a book by Shel Silverstein in a charity shop. He wrote Sylvia's…Read more Sylvia’s Letter