"A crowd had gathered, and Mark dropped to one knee" At 18, I met Mark Murphy, then 17, hanging out in town with pals. Deaf, he was at a special boarding school in Brighton, but had aids to help with his hearing and speech.
Chatting and lipreading, we became fast friends. But, in time, I moved away and we lost touch.
I married in 2004, worked in admin, but never had kids.
Separated from my husband, I was back in Dartford in April 2013, seeing my GP.
As I drove along, a bloke stepped into the road and I had to swerve to avoid him.
Looking closely, I realised it was Mark. I’d not seen him in nearly 20 years! Still, I had to get to the doctor’s...
But then,…
