I am in love with a perma-tanned black haired siren. I am going to be away for two weeks and won't be seeing her (I normally pop around at least once a week). And I can't stop thinking about her. Well to be honest, it's more the allotment she lives on, but somehow that seems even odder. Why is it, I find myself asking, that the thought of being away from her is so all-consuming. I seem quite sanguine about not seeing my kids for a fortnight, but the thought of not going to the plot where our scarecrow lives, send a shiver down my spine. Is this infidelity, or just insanity? And do you ever have inappropriate feelings about your plot?
