Rob Beckett

We kept doing the deed the entire time he worked at the pharmacy and a year or so... What?

In the thing?

Oh, no, they must be not doing it in the cupboard yet, but they've just been getting it.

And a year or so later after he left, we're still friends to this day and we laugh about what everyone must have heard through the vent that day.

Anonymous.

Love it.

Is that a storage shaggers?

That doesn't count as playground shaggers, by the way.

We don't want those.

We're not looking for that kind of story.

Exactly.

Oh, yeah, Anon.

Here we go.

Around 15 years ago, at the start of September, a day before I started year 11, my dad came home early from work.

He was a teacher at a high school I attended.

He came back early from the teacher training day to talk to me.

He sat me down, told me that he and my mum were getting divorced, but were still friends and were going to try and stick out living together until my final year at school was done.

He's only telling me now as the other teachers at school knew.

So he wanted to tell me before I went back the next day.

That's all fine.