Hey love, you wont believe the twist my life took after the divorce. Two years ago everything just fell apart my dad passed away, and after twenty years of marriage I was single again. I moved back into my old dads cottage in the little village of Ashford because Id just been made redundant. I was hitting forty and felt like there was no chance of finding a decent job or a new romance.
Then the universe kept throwing punches. The roof, patched up by a local joker, started leaking badly and I was far too tired to go chopping wood. The carpenters who were supposed to replace the windows never finished the job, so drafts kept blowing in through the gaps. To keep warm I was gathering pine cones and even burning a stack of old books, but when the power went out I had to turn the heating off completely.
The landlord of the pub opposite started sliding me all sorts of special offers, and I wasnt sure whether to laugh or cry. I thought things couldnt possibly get any worse, and then out of the blue everything turned around.
One rainy afternoon I was waiting at the village bus stop when a bloke hopped off the bus. He looked a bit scruffy, hair tousled, dressed in work overalls, and he was a roofrepair man. He asked if I needed a hand. I admitted I did, but I had nothing to pay him with. He just laughed and said, When youve got a few quid, well sort it out.
He fixed the leaky roof, the dripping tap, the water meter, the fence, the stairs and the windows. One night, during the bitterest freeze, I came back to a cosy little fire burning in the hearth and a steaming mug of herbal tea waiting for me. It was just what my frosty throat and cold feet needed.
I knew right then that Jack was my hero, and I kept wondering how I could thank him. Hes brilliant but modest, so I dont even mention his name you know how tightknit this village is, everyone knows him anyway. My cottage and garden have been completely transformed you can really see his strong, steady hand at work. With my prince I feel warm and happy, and honestly, Im terrified of ever losing him.
