The alarm wakes me, shattering a particularly good dream about Rupert Penry-Jones.
I roll over, hoping to find a warm body beside me but just end up whacking my arm on the radiator and nearly taking my eye out on a big button attached to the pillow case.
Not an auspicious start to the day.
Yeah, he is lovely..
isn’t he just?
He is on my list of “men who I would dump the boyf for if they looked at me right”
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