As I sorted through the parcels in the courier depot where I worked, I caught someone’s eye.
In his skinny jeans, a black hoodie, with mousy blond hair, my colleague Matt Kowal, then 29, wasn’t my usual type.
But as he made a joke, I burst into fits of giggles.
Matt had a good sense of humour.
‘All right, Halo,’ he’d wink, whenever I started a shift.
His nickname for me.
I’d split from my hubby a few months earlier, around November 2019, and recently lost my dad too.
Matt made me smile again.
So when he asked me out, I figured I had nothing to lose.
He took me on a date to Elvaston Castle, and we walked and talked for hours.
‘My ex used to abuse me,’ he…
