I live with a fisherman, which means I have been saddled with the charming title of 'Fishwife'. This seems to have transferred itself to my blog. I don't scream like a fishwife, promise.
First an Islander, then a Brightonite, student (and some would say, alcoholic) now back to the Island in pursuit of true love with my fisherman boyfriend, enduring weeks alone while he is in pursuit of fish, the endless and all pervasive odour of a fisherman and live lobsters in the sink...
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