Sliding door moments

Sometimes, when I’m on a flight, I’m reminded of a chick lit book I read once. It was the some standard story of a single woman in her 20’s/30’s, travelling somewhere and she gets sat next to a hot (also single) guy on the plane. They hit it off, but don’t exchange details. He turnsContinue reading “Sliding door moments”

Johnny Irish

I’m sat in a cafe in Wanaka and I realise it’s the same cafe where I met a guy called Johnny, on my first trip to New Zealand back in 2014. I’m actually sat at the same table; coincidentally the only one free. As I sit down I wonder where he is now. He wasContinue reading “Johnny Irish”