During work yesterday afternoon, I got into a conversation with one of our community police officers. She’d been in for her lunch and had asked me to put her bike away safely in our bottle shed. Anything to help the local gardai.
Anyway, we discussed the arson attack on another pub in the area, and whether we thought it would open again. We hoped it would because even scumbags need to drink somewhere.
As she collected her bike and got into gear, the only thing I could think was, Lady, you’re so gorgeous! Does this make me a bad man?