Hey love, youll never guess what turned up after my divorce I actually found my own Prince Charming right at the village bus stop!
Two years ago my world went completely topsyturvy. My dad, Tom, passed away and I went through a divorce after twenty years of marriage. I moved back into my old family cottage in a little Yorkshire village because Id been made redundant, and at forty I was starting to think there was no hope left for a decent job or a fresh romance.
Things just kept piling up. The roof, put on by some local builder, started leaking through the night. I didnt have the strength to haul timber around, and the tradespeople whod replaced the windows never finished the job, so the wind kept sneaking in through the gaps. To keep warm I was gathering pine cones and even using a stack of old books to stoke the old coal stove. Then the power went out and I had to turn the heating off altogether.
The owner of the pub opposite us hes a bighearted bloke named Mick kept coming over with hot offers of soup and a warm cuppa, and I was halflaughing, halfcrying at how things had gone. I thought it couldnt possibly get any worse, yet everything suddenly started to look up.
Thats when Jack Harper turned up on the bus that stops by the green. Hed got his hair a bit tousled, wore a wellworn work shirt and trousers, and his job was fixing roofs. He asked if I needed a hand, and I admitted I did, though I had nothing to pay him with. He smiled and said, Whenever youve got a few quid, well sort it out.
Jack went about fixing the leaky roof, the busted tap, the water meter, the garden fence, the cracked steps, and even the wobbly windows. One bitterly cold night, I walked into the cottage and found a little fire crackling in the hearth and a steaming mug of herbal tea waiting on the sideboard. It felt like a miracle exactly what a frozen throat and cold feet need.
I knew straight away that Jack was my hero, and Ive been mulling over how to thank him properly. Hes not only skilled but incredibly modest, which is why I wont even mention his surname the village is tiny and everyone already knows him.
Now the house and garden look completely transformed you can really see a mans handy touch everywhere. With my own Jack, I feel warm, happy, and honestly a bit terrified of ever losing him.
Just thought Id share the story, because sometimes life throws you a proper fairytale when you least expect it. Talk soon!
