SNAP HAPPY

Pouring steaming gravy over crispy roast potatoes, my mouth watered.

‘This looks delicious,’ I smiled to my girlfriend Amy, 23.

It was November 2017, and Amy had been slaving away in the kitchen, whipping up a spectacular Sunday roast.

‘So how was the game?’ she asked, plunging her fork into a carrot.

‘Really good,’ I smiled. That morning, I’d been at rugby practice.

A group of us lads would get together twice a week for a game, and it was a great way to blow off some steam and take a break from my job as a scaffolder.

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