Dear Agony Aunt
Help!. I’m seriously involved with two men who used to live sixty miles apart but now they are suddenly next door neighbours. I can’t visit one without the other finding out. I can’t do without what they have to offer.
I might as well tell you who they are. My local man is Andrew Kenny at Cross of York and I’ve been buying excellent fresh fish from his market stall for the last six years but when I go to the Yorkshire coast I can’t resist a fling with Matthew Asquith of Whitby Seafish in Staithes.
He usually has something different to offer and he just keeps getting bigger and better. Anyway, he’s just taken over the very next stall in York market to Cross of York. I’ve been sneaking round corners to see them both but I can’t carry on like this. I know I’m going to get caught soon. What do you suggest?
Nice problem. Most of us would kill to get our hands on one fit fishmonger let alone two. If I were you, I wouldn’t give either up. These are modern times, girl. Front up and tell them about each other and move freely between the two stalls as the fancy takes you. I’m sure when you tell them the truth they’ll be broad-minded but if they can’t handle it, then that’s their problem.