Sitting on the sofa with a cup of tea, I was ready to settle in for the evening.
Just then, my phone pinged.
Hey beautiful, how are you? the message read.
Even in my 60s, those words sent butterflies fluttering through my stomach.
It was October 2016, and I’d been chatting online to someone called Kevin
Churchill for a few weeks.
When my marriage broke down back in 2001, I’d moved to the UK from my home in South Africa, taking my two kids, Sarah*, now 34, and Peter*, 32, with me.
But moving to a new country meant I was really lonely.
He was a breath of fresh air The only people I knew were my kids and the people I worked with, and the older I got, the…
